"TOO INSISTENT NOW, ISN'T HE?"
"Absolutely, My Lord! It hasn't stopped." Brocard looked up to the Dragon, who was now majestically sitting on his throne. His green eyes were wide as he reported. In his hands was a glass box encasing the exiled king's beating heart. It was left under his care when his master entered the realm some days ago. "It didn't rest. Not even a single second since you left for the council, My Lord. I watched it closely the whole time as you ordered. I-I even counted how many times it beat. It got louder and louder —"
"SILENCE!" La Luchi's roar bounced back and forth repeatedly against the moldy brick walls of that palace. With nothing but the flames burning on their torches and the moonlight passing through the battered roof, the old man's angry face looked terri
