Rage still burned in Archibalds eyes as he forced himself to back off, turning his back on his Heir as he peers out once more over the Kingdom that lay before him. His hands remained clenched behind his back, resting on the small of his back, his shoulders tense and rigid. He was seething with the rage that now filled his mind along with those thoughts he had already been thinking about. How could his very own son think up such an idea? There was clearly something wrong with his head. Archi would have to keep a close eye on Omar during this trip. Otherwise something might occur that was irreversible and threatened the Kingdom.<br/><br/>Archi longed for the days where the coffers were full and his armies were marching proudly before him, taking great swaths of land from neighboring kingdoms. The days when he was younger and more suited for the Campaign road, when life was much more simple and his children young. Of course, such days were long behind him and now the games he played were more mental then physical.