Chapter Seventy Seven
“I honestly thought you would be more…appalled? Tell me, Gregor, have you ever seen a shadow creature?” Poignant silence swept over the throne room. Clegane darted his eyes between the King, the Captain, and the dark, stealthily moving creature approaching the throne. The figure unnerved him; he instinctively increased his grip around the vessel-draped sword. After all, magical creatures were still their sworn enemy. Clegane intently watched the vile figure move noiselessly. Perspiration formed in the corner of his eyebrows. He felt his armpits dampen from the tension draping the room. He knew the others were also afraid. Afraid of the foul creature, afraid of what her presence meant, afraid that the man they were serving had gone mad. But none of that mattered. Clegane knew that even if
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