Drake, for all intents and purposes, was far from happy. The rebel leader, his father, had assigned him to spy on the local king and his daughter for a possible assassination attempt. He had argued heated, vouching for the option to just kill both members of royalty. It was a futile plea, as his father had pulled the "loyalties to the cause" card on him. Days later, he steered his jet black stallion, Nemesis, into the kingdom's stables. He had heard he was to assume the duties of protecting the King's daughter.<br/><br/>He just hoped she wasn't snobby.