The King

If I had a nickel for every time there was a group of people that trust one another, one of them separating themself from their family, losing their heir-title and in the following losing their younger brother due to the latter stepping into the footsteps of their father and having the urge to prove himself worthy of his position, while a war arises in which the best friend of the older brother dies and the older brother gets blamed for everything while the real madman and traitor is someone else, the inconspicuous friend, I’d, in fact, have two nickels.