The room was filled with mumbling as everyone stared at Elder Norsemen.
Staring at their nervous faces, he walked over to the table and took his seat at the head of it.
“I know you all are wondering why I gathered you here.” Elder Norsemen said with his gaze fixed on theirs.
A faint noise aroused as everyone echoed out their response. But after a few minutes, it died down.
“The mate of our king has been captured by our enemy.” Elder Norsemen loudly stated with the utmost seriousness in his tone.
This time, a commotion aroused, and it continued for minutes until he shouted, “Silence!”
A few seconds went by before the noise could quiet down in the room.
“Does this mean our king is at the mercy of the wolves?” An elder asked out loud.
“No, it means that his majesty is about to die.” E
