He was Ozymandias

The justice

It should come as no surprise that the young prince was not well liked among the common folk. Not only did they already have a cruel tyrant running their lives, they had a lazy slacker to look forward to after his father’s passing. Still, life continued on, everyday the same, grueling and long. However, as Ozymandias grew older, while he grew no less cruel, he did grow less observant. One by one, people began to whisper, and these whispers gradually grew louder, until one day, a plan was formed; The people had had enough. Once a year, as the earth grew slightly cooler, a royal hunt was organised, to amuse the young prince, and that is where the people would lay their trap. 

And so it was done.

As the prince raised his bow, so too was another raised, and with only the quiet whistle of the arrow flying through the air to give a warning to the boy, he was shot. An arrow in his neck, the poor prince Minkabh, was dead. Minkabh; the people's justice.