You had what you wanted.
From Create Your Own Story
You were now the king and no one could say other wise. At least until the next day when your younger brother came to you and demanded you give him the throne. You laughed in his face and he challenged you to a duel just like you did with your father. Your brother Markus was well built and had bonde hair like you. This time when you dueled with him it was a bit more even. Of course without formal training he still had no chance of beating you. You knock the sword out of his hands and he stares at you in awe. Then knowing he will die here he falls to his knees and grimly says. "I yield" you smile victorius and...
