An assassin broke into my abode and threatened my life and told me to abandon this foolish notion of mine of becoming the next ruler. As he looked into my eyes with his dagger against my neck, what choice did i really have? He told me if i didn't leave, he would be back to finish the job. So that night i packed my things and started off to a new kingdom.
It was confirmed upon meh, Dracula the King, that I am now an expert in Hardy.