Dalat was Prince Regent.
But would he learn? And could it make a difference to his people?.
They were designed to train him, to prepare him to be the king he ought to be.
But the crown took him to another world, another life, a multitude of other lives, each one more difficult than the last.
So he grasped the crown and put it on himself.
No matter that no greater crisis had ever faced the kingdom.
No matter that he knew nothing about being king.
He determined to be king, no matter who stood between him and the crown.
And he, Dalat, was supposed to be the one.
Well, someone had to take charge.
His father was struck dumb and deaf, motionless, empty, but not dead.
The kingdom was proclaimed ended by some being that seemed to be a sort of Lord, even though it was only a bird.
Judgement came.
Enemies took every city.
His father\'s entire empire collapsed.
But then disaster struck.
And not simply winning, but crushing them, completely humiliating them.
He thought about the game, beating his opponents.
But he didn\'t think about it because it was too far in the future.
Dalat was Prince Regent
