The son of Arthur and Guinevere, Mordred, reigns over the land. Having been raised by Guinevere alone, Mordred has a strong disrespect for the father he never knew. He reigns terror throughout the land, letting no civilian or political foe stand in his way. The king is the only law.
Another day dawns on the outskirts of the city, where many peasant folk wake up to the daily trudges.
And so it begins
With one land united
And the son of a fool
Has his fate pre-decided
Bow down to me
I am your ruler
My interest is not in the betterment of the folk
But for the betterment of the throne and those who reign beside him
My father's mistakes will not befall unto me
For I know no Arthur. I, Mordred, son of God.