The Man With Three Eyes, part 1.

"Steady thy hand, my prince!"
The words echoed across the canyon and fell upon deaf ears. The prince paid no heed as he stared across the ground strewn with corpses.
"No, father, I shall not! Thy word is law but I cannot stand idly by! You must forgive me in time!" The prince seized his horse's reins and the steel-clad beast reared its mighty head. "I must, father! I cannot let Oligarth's noblest of warriors' sacrifice be in vain!" The prince's hand trembled as he reached to unsheathe his sword.
King John of Istar's voice thundered with the force of a dragon's fury as he lay one final warning before his son. "Richard of Istar, son of John, prince of the land of Oligarth, I say to thee now; stop this madness and drop thy weapon! To refuse is naught but treason! Prince or no prince, my word is law, and nobody is above the law! I say one final time: drop thy weapon!"
Prince Richard turned to face his father, hand on his sword's scabbard.
"My father," he began as he began to unsheathed his sword, "I have never gone against thy word, nor have I ever gone against the law, and you know my heart to be virtuous and true. But do you not see why I must fight? Orketh's evil forces have plagued our good people for far too long! If I let his evil slip away from my grasp this instance, I shall never allow myself to live in clear conscience again! And this," he pointed the sword skyward, "is why I must fight! Why we must all fight! Orketh's forces shall not return to ravage our kingdom ever again!"
King John stood pensively for moments that seemed like aeons to the good prince. Finally the King lifted his gaze to the stars.
"My son...if you believe so strongly that this is what you desire most...then I shall not stop you. And though you are still in defiance of my word, I shall pray that you return to me victorious, so that we may all share in the spoils of victory. May the grace of Aeshis and the fury of Dorias be behind your sword. Now go, my son, and bring glory to the kindgom of Oligarth!"
"Th-thank you, father. I shall not disappoint you, I promise thee!"
The king's gaze remained locked to the stars as Prince Richard rode onward to battle. The stars seemed to reflect the burning pride in King John's heart. His chest puffed proudly as he softly whispered, "May the gods be with you, my son."