King Festus sat upon his iron-wrought throne, dressed in a high-collared tunic of red, layered with black armor detailing along the shoulders. His red eyes gleaming with controlled irritation.
“Where is she?” he asked coldly, not looking up from his throne.
A guard knelt before him…..
“Your Majesty... I sent two men to bring her from her chambers. She is not there.”
A loud crack echoed as his goblet shattered against the wall.
“Find her!” he roared, his voice thunderous and cold. “Selene is not to leave these walls alive or dead!”
Several guards flinched as they bowed low, avoiding his piercing gaze. They were dressed in black armor bearing the sigil of a winged beast, their boots heavy against the stone floor as they hurried to obey.
“Your Majesty,” one stammered, “we searched the
