There he stood amongst the rubble. His blonde hair ruffled, his face smeared with dirt. He made a vow to himself, many years ago. Today, he could say he completed it. It took his blood, sweat and tears. But it was finally complete. . .

He took back his kingdom. It took destroying his castle but it was no longer his, when his own brother took it from him. He'd start fresh, focus on providing for the people before giving himself so luxurious.

So why did such an accomplishment leave him feeling so lost? He was reminded why at the sight of his brother's carcass. Had he stayed as he was in the past it would've pained him to kill him. But if he was, he wouldn't have had to kill him. His brother's heart was tainted.

He closed his brother's eyes before having his men take him away. The path to success was a brutal and lonely road. . . The outcome.

Of a onely vow.