I was not going to argue because my mother mentioned about my father's death, it brought my thoughts back to 14 years ago.

At that time, I was only 4 years old. We went hunting with adults, the royal hunting ground, which was extremely safe and more like a spring outing. My sister Judy and I chased each other in front of the team, just like a pair of cute little lions.

The sound of gunfire from adults came one after another. The loudest shot made me tremble. The captain of the guard, the most trusted by the king, shot the king down. The person closest to the king was...