In the main hall of Falcon Keep, king Falcon and his son, Peregrine, were having a discussion.
"
Dad, I am having serious doubts about this whole plan".
"
Silence! Do not doubt your father and king! I know what I am doing. This is for your future as well.
Remember that you are just a knight that happens to be a prince. You should follow your king all the way."
"
If that fool of a Lionheart does not hold his end of the deal, my hooded friend will make sure he will regret it!"
Downstairs, a silent figure stood watching his large collection and finally made a decision.
"
Yes, this one is fit for a king" he growled. The hood did not show it, but the man was grinning.
"
Whats happening out there?" a young, but strong, voice sounded from within the tower, "
did I hear wolves?"
The keeper of the keys looked annoyed.
He turned around.
"
Silence, you silly man. Wolves in Falcon Keep? You must be hearing things. Now just sit there and relax. The king may or may not get his willing, but either way it will be over soon!"
The young, but strong looking man sat silently down on the little wooden crate. The chains on his neck were just long enough for him to reach it. Oh well, it was better than sitting in the dirty straw that was spread out on the floor.
Meanwhile, the grim foes from the North walked silently across the drawbridge. Only the heavy breathing of the wolves that were moving the mighty warmachine could be heard. There were only six foes, but everyone in the country knew that six was all that it would take to conquer any army that would oppose them
As the last of the foes cleared the bridge, the mounted Falcon knights let out a sight of relieve. They knew what their king had planned, but they were glad the foes had left.
Now all they could do was hope the plan would work...
