Far away in a different kingdom. A prince bowed to his father, the king. The kings booming laughter fills the room. He pats the crown prince on his shoulder, “You don’t need to bow to me, my son.” The prince shrugs off his hand, “Well, you seem to enjoy when I do, father.” The king sighs shaking his head. “ I apologize but I can’t help but find it amusing. A crown prince still bowing to his old creaky father.” He chuckles, “Why I’ve never seen it before!” He laughs again, but this time it is interrupted by the slam of the opening doors. Before he can react, the king is shot by a flying arrow and falls. The crown prince turns to assist his father but is too late. A bag is thrown over his head and tied tightly. He struggles against the grip of two men and manages to shake both of them off. However when two other men come running into the room, he know he’ll have no more success. No matter how strong he is, he is outnumbered and at a disadvantage. Before he can think any further, the crown prince is knocked out and dragged away.