although he ( the 23 years old youth noah ) had inherited a formidable figure from his father, with a strong and powerful build that matched his towering height, surpassed him in swordplay, as he was able to match the best knights of the kingdom equally.
However, he did not inherit his patience, and his experiences in war and its strategies were not mature enough to allow him to lead an army, which the senior minister pointed out one day, asking the king to give the command to someone more deserving and capable, but the king was obstinate in his decision. The young man, clad in his gold-plated armor with the kraken , the symbol of his family, engraved on it while the lion was etched on his right pauldron , was the first to arrive as planned. But with foolish bravery, he feared that the enemy would notice his arrival and prepare for him while he awaited the forces coming from the north and south, so he hurriedly advanced with his army to confront them, attempting to catch them off guard and attack unexpectedly.
However, he could not withstand for more than half a day when steel was struck against steel, resulting in most of his men perishing while some fled when they sensed defeat approaching, and others were captured, leading to a disastrous defeat for him . The " Hand " is still unaware of his son's fate, as the news coming from the east has not clarified the boy's destiny . it is unknown whether he has met his end in the heat of battle, was captured, or fled with the escaping men .The worry was evident on the face of the 'Hand', even though he tried hard to hide it behind the mask of the valiant knight that he is,And lately, his advice has increasingly leaned towards surrendering and saving what can be saved... saving his son!
The king sat up straight, adjusting the crown lightly with his hands while he verified its presence, as if it were a part of him, the most important part of him. Without it, no one - in his opinion - would pay him the slightest attention, give him any weight, or even look his way. "Those damned heads! They don't stop turning here and there, accompanied by the buzzing of some advisor," the king thought to himself as he watched the heads turning toward him in succession. It was like a rotten dish surrounded by aimless flies that he was reluctantly compelled to eat from. "I don't want it! I don't want it!" he repeated to himself, although he did not truly know what he did not want. He was certain, however, that he did not want to be here in this room now or ever. In the end, his eyes let him down and began to look toward the massive green door before him, waiting. Hoping that the moment would repeat itself, just as it had years ago when his father, known as the Conquering King, entered with his usual pride and the same harsh gaze.
It would be embarrassing for him now, having crossed the age of thirty-nine, with only a few strands of hair remaining on his head, but at least he would not be responsible for anything that happens afterward. Perhaps it was a blessed time when the worshipped sun responds, or perhaps it had a longing when it saw the king's plight and his great distress. But the heavy green door was opened wide, and the two roaring bronze lions adorned with engravings appeared to gaze upon those seated, reminding them of the majesty of the royal family, its glorious history, and the bravery of its valiant sons. One of the two guards standing at the door rushed inside, clad in copper armor and a dark green cloak draping over his shoulders, wielding a spear in his hand. "My lord, the hand! The city guard commander requests you on an urgent matter," he said nervously while kneeling. The hand granted permission with a slight nod of his head to those seated at the table, then hurried away towards the door without uttering a word.
The door closed behind him, and the creaking of the door's closing filled the silence that prevailed for those seated at the table upon the disappearance of the green coat decorated with the white lion - wearing a crown on its head and exhaling a yellow sun between its jaws -. The hand raised his voice, with his familiar hoarseness, cursing and berating his interlocutor . The sound of footsteps followed, then the door opened again for the hand to rush in. He crossed half the distance to the table, then stopped, his hands clutching his waist while his blue eyes were fixed on the stone floor beneath it in defeat. He said after a long sigh: 'My lord the king... The lord and his notables have sent a letter to the invader asking for safety for themselves and their families... in exchange for opening the castle gates!' . The king ground his teeth and his face flushed with anger, and he shouted in a tone no one had ever heard from him: " When did I allow them that! ... Traitors!... Those effeminate Easterners! I will have them all killed !"
The "hand" was taken aback by his friend's words, gazing off into the distance, then gently and hesitantly said to him, addressing his wise side - whom he hopes is present now -: "George... we must send for your father from the north... you...you have tried ... he must be waiting for your call... If we send a letter now..." It was rare for the "hand" to call his friend by name when wearing the crown. The king interrupted him, frowning and shouting, with sparks flying from his mouth: "If he really wanted to come, he would have come himself... He is waiting for me to humble myself in a letter, begging for help and announcing my surrender, so that he could hold it against me one day... Damn his help and your ideas !".
The king would have preferred to seek help from a devil rather than from his own father. Then he turned his face around to the faces at the table and found them with lowered heads, refraining from speaking. He continued shouting at them: " Now you choose to be silent!... Is this what you want as well, to see your king humiliate himself seeking help... Ugh! To you and your counsel ". The king rose in a fit of rage swiftly from his seat, then he rushed off , followed by " the hand " until he approached the green door, he turned his shoulder to those sitting and said: " I will humiliate myself... I will humiliate myself in the most humiliating manner to my father if necessary... but, by the shining sun above us, none of you will see that day ... I will command to gouge out the eyes of you all ".