King Conrad sits in his throne studying a map. The King, usually put together, is desheved as he runs his hand through his hair. His forehead wrinkled and his black/grey hair sits messily under his crown. Leonard, the King’s right hand man walks in and bows and then stands up.
“Here is your daughter as you asked, Sir.” Leonard says.
“Thank you, Leonard.”
Princess Alanna walks in wearing a be...