She was not the only one perplexed, others were. Godric narrowed his eyes on the man dressed like a king. His brows raised, this was not the king. He searched around for Alias. But he was nowhere to be found.
He recalled the secret letter he received, whoever tipped him was right. The portrait was painted by a Westerner, Alias assured him it was from the King’s palace. He continued to whirl around for Alias.
“His Majesty and Most Powerful, King Eric Ulrich of the West.” The orator thundered.
The Council could tell there were similarities between the men. Fear gripped their hearts, they were puzzled by why the king that came now was different.
“What is the meaning of this?” Elder Maximus spoke the minds of all who felt too stunned to speak. Elder Maximus opened his mouth to speak, bu
