It was nearing midnight in general Robert's estate near the outskirts of the city.
The old general was in his study looking at some papers. He was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He deeply sighed while reading the papers in front of him.
"What is the old general sighing deeply for?" A voice of a man came from outside the room.
"Who is there?!" Robert made a menacing voice.
"Calm yourself old general, it is I." The man entered the room slowly.
When he was near the lamp light his features were revealed. A man with brown hair and eyes was seen.
"It is you." Robert sighed in relief. "What does your highness, crown prince Regaleon of Grandcrest want, to be here in this old man's estate in the middle of the night."
"I was thinking if having a chat with the old general." Leon smiled. "Your security is rather lacking general Robert. I can waltz in here at ease."
