I walk to my father's throne room in this palace. I open the doors. I have to win, but what comes then? What comes after I defeat him if he doesn't defeat me? Will I have to do the thing I've always couldn't do? Will I have to kill him? I decide it's best not to dwell on it. There's a strong possibility that he might kill me. 

"What's the matter son? You looked stressed." He said. 

I bow. 

"Nothing's wrong." I say. 

He walked over to me. 

"A wolf told me that the prisoners have escaped." He said. 

"That's... bad." I say. 

"It is." He started. 

He started circling around me. His eyes felt like a frost. 

"Especially since you were behind it." he said. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied. 

"I think you do." He said. 

He punched me in the gut. I fell back. 

"My own son! You are a traitor." He said. 

"No... if anyone's the traitor it's you." I say. 

I point my spear at him. 

"By the right of royalty, I challenge you for the throne." I say. 

"You challenge me?" He chuckled. 

"Don't tell me your afraid father." I say. 

"Very well. I accept your challenge." He said taking out his sword.