An ancient crypt. It has several , almost countless crypts of royal relatives. Paintings on the wall depict the fallen dead. Family swords, personal weapons decorated the tombs. It is dank, lit by torches on the walls, led to by a stone staircase. The chill of ancient death permeates the air.
Basement, Inside Castle
king's brother
kings
I govern my country.  I am well respected.  My wife is called a queen.
Do  you know why we are here today?  Not sure why I was summoned here today I want you to help more with the kingdom. I would be proud to help out and do more for the kingdom here is a shield as well. You stupid, stupid little man. I plan to take over this kingdom. You are done and I will make sure you don't live to see another day,. I do not come down easily though. You will fall and I will be king. I can't wait for you to die any longer Not if I take you down first. This could be easy or it can be hard. And that is the last word you wil say. I do not need you to run this kingdom. I will leave you die in this crypt. You are bleeding. I have struck you. I can still attempt to fight, This isn't always the end. I have struck you as well, as I did steal the sword. You will fall like the fallen in the painting on the wall. You have nothing left to fight for. Take that and that