The sun's light shined thought a stained window into Ryan's bedroom. He raised his hand blocking the light from his eye. "Ugh Why don't I try killing the sun?" Ryan mumbled feeling a body next to him looking down then smiling. "I really need to teach him not to be scared. Wake up my little Prince" he said smiling picking up the boy and carrying him down thought the castle.

The Boy bout 7 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes woke up lightly feeling his father carrying him to his room. "p-papa five more minutes please" he said moving in his father's arms.

"James wake up and go get ready I going to train you more today" The king said placing the boy in the room then proceeded to walk down the hall to the main hall. A painting hanged above the fireplace of Ryan Haywood, James Haywood, and Emily Haywood. Ryan mumbled "Where are you my love? Why did you leave?". He turned as he heard little footsteps from upstairs running down.

James ran down the Stairs in his little assassin robes. "Papa I'm ready for training" he said with a big smile. The Old King now 57 looked at him nodding walking out into the courtyard in the back where 5 graves were placed.

The King grabbed two wooden swords from a nearby rack handing one to his son. "Today I won't hold back James be ready and remember use everything you have" The Old man said placing his crown on a table holding his sword with one hand the other ready to block. James ran towards him sword in one hand the other holding an egg. Their swords clashed but James then threw the egg into his father's face breaking over his forehead but instead of the main being mad he smiled. "you getting better my son but" He stopped speaking tripping the boy lightly. "You're not going to be able to match me if you fight like that forever."

James proceeded to jump back up to his feet. His left eye turning golden swinging at his father getting a hit on his hand. Ryan then dropped the sword sliding back but James didn't stop charging him growling.

"James stop NOW!" Ryan yelled as he grabbed his son's sword throwing it away as the boy fell to his knees crying lightly. Ryan bend down hugging James. "Don't be sad you did beat me but you need to control your madness like I did." He picked the boy up carrying him into the castle.

"P-papa will mama ever be back?" James said still crying a little bit looking up at the painting of his mother and father and him.

"One day James One day I promise." Ryan said softly. The King and prince faded into the world of sleep.