Three days had passed since Freya had been put into the dungeon, and the entire ministerial council had assembled in the hall chamber.
Arthur dressed in his regal robe and departed his room to meet with the ministers, all of whom were muttering. He ascended his throne and took a seat, signaling the ministers with a touch of his finger on the table. "Why are we here?" his voice rang out in the hall.
There are rumors that the King turned vicious following the passing of his parents. And he has never set foot in the cell to check on Freya's condition since the day he put her there. He barely smiles. A simple eye blink sends a command.
The new chief minister moved to stand in front of him. “Your Majesty….” he bowed to him. "We have information indicating that the Luna who has been living wi
