[ WP ] Under the guise of a common beggar , a king seeks a worthy heir to the throne among his people .

It was a good plan. Or at least, I thought it was. Except for the execution. 
 
 Prince Edward was a spoiled little shit. I knew that if the throne passed to him, he'd either run the country into ruin, or one of my `` trusted'' advisers would be pulling his strings while lining their own pockets. Either way, the people would suffer. And throughout my reign, I'd always tried to do what was best for the people, and I wanted my heir to do the same. 
 
 Which is how I ended up here. In the dungeons. In my own castle. 
 
 I think it was the disguise. It was n't very good. Apparently beggars do n't actually wear rough-spun sacks with holes cut out for the head and arms. Or have horse dung smeared all over their face and body. Or speak in a comprehensive manner. I was arrested on the first day for `` behaving in a shifty manor'' and `` creating a public spectacle.'' Neither of which were really true, nor were they actually crimes. The magistrate knew that. He also recognized me. 
 
 Like I said, it was a good plan. Except for the execution.
