"Mortes Terror. You are hereby banished from kingdom Ante Omnia for crimes against the throne." The kings voiced echoed throughout the chambers of the castle. "But father I-" Mortes was cut off "Silence boy. You did nothing to stop the queens death, you didnt even take the hit for her! Thus we think you were conspiring with that man." Mortes' mind flooded with angry thoughts. He couldnt defend himself, nor could he even speak. "If your wise youll leave the kingdom by nightfall. After that, if you are found anywhere on our lands you will be sentenced to death." Mortes nodded in agreement, though he still had one question. "Father? How would i get off the lands? I dont have a boat and this country is surrounded by water!" The king thought to himself then spoke out, "I suppose you can take our old sail boat that was used for scouting. We can always make another."
Mortes knew the issues with that boat, it was old, at a high risk of breaking, and how hard it was to maneuver. "Onwards boy. Seeing you reminds me of her. I never want to see your disgraceful face in my castle again." Those words hit mortes like a cannon ball to the chest. He wanted to break down and cry hearing that, but he walked out of the castle nonetheless. Walking to the docks was hell. People nearby were whispering and pointing making fun of the old prince. When he got to the docks he found the old boat. Mortes never knew how to pilot one of these, but he hopped in and pulled up the anchor. After fiddling with a few strings, he found out one of them pulled down the sail, and another was used to angle it towards the wind. The boat started to rock back and forth against the waves as he started to move forward. He didn't know where he was going, nor did the he even have a map. All mortes knew was that he was alone, on a ship, with nothing but the sounds of the waves clashing together.