The Grand Duchess and King had been travelling round Thragon Palace in their Pegasus carts. However, Trako, the Grand Duchess’s messenger ran through the crowd, huffing and puffing.

“Trako!” Grand Duchess Zarivo called, “What is it?!”

“The people have taken control of Thragon Manor after Duke Welsc fell of his pegasus.”

Zarivo sighed, “That useless idiot. Can’t believe the people voted him in. Right, tell the-“

The King Gareth got out of his cart and shouted, “Send the army!”

“Shut up, and get back in your cart,” yelled the Grand Duchess.

“But-“

“I said shut up and get back in your cart.”

The King grumbled and got back in his cart. He wished he was Grand Duke, not some ceremonial King who was powerless.

“Trako,” said the Grand Duchess, “tell the army I have order a few hundred troops to deal with the incident at Thragon Manor. It’ll be a good chance to test the armor.”