{ @pcwerhouse wanted Jinse.}
“I suppose you have heard.” About what exactly? There were a multitude of things that could be said, that Jinse held a personal hand in bringing down the forces of Darkness? Side to side with his brother and other warriors as they clashed with the very lord of the void? No, it wasn’t that. “My Father is to grant me the crown by the dawn of next month.” He plucks a rose from the large bush in front of him, seemingly pained at the very thought.
“He says the people would hail me the hero king.” He breaks the rose apart with his fingertips, letting the pieces fall to the ground. “While I expected the day to come, I thought it would be when my Father was old and grey.” Jinse turns to the man now, a serious look in his eyes.
“What am I to do?”














