The halls of Falador castle were narrow and cramped, but they were his. White washed stone glowed as the sun shone on them. King Vallence loved the heavenly grace, which was of course what Saradomin desired. To build a replica of his domain, an area where his values and likeness were worshipped.
He had lived his life like his father and father's father had. Keeping Asgarnia a place where visitors could see the greatness and beauty of Saradomin's grace. He had made some hard decisions to protect that beauty.
The black knights still haunted him. They were a problem that needed to be wiped off the face of his earth. HE walked past a common room, and then put his hand on a white doorknob. This meeting would decide the future of his domain. Hundreds of knights could die, but it would secure his domain forever.
He opened the door and disappeared for two months.