“Halt!” A loud voice echoed through the throne room. The eyes of King Valdemore and all the members of the council darted at the throne room doors. The two huge doors swung open and the Oracle walked in with Mr Quill (her raven) flying behind her.
“M-moth…..”
“Valdemore, what did I tell you about using that?” She barked in anger as she walked in. All the council members lowered their gaze in reverence as she approached.
“I didn't forget your instructions but you said I could use it when the situation is dire” Valdemore responded brattily.
“Indeed and where exactly is this dire situation that prompted you to even attempt using it without my consent?” The Oracle asked. At first, Valdemore didn't want to talk but then again, why shouldn't he talk? With a defiant resolve on his face, he
