Including the two Commandants, eight Sun-Kissed encircled the royal family and their guests at the back of the room. Captain Devon and Knight Aius stood proud at their sides, unashamed of their treason. Clutching the stab wound in his belly, the King lay back in the arms of his wife as his gaze burned into the blood-red eyes of the approaching First Commandant.
She had a victorious smirk plastered to her face, her head tipped up so she could look down upon her conquered foe. Her shoulders were squared off to him; hands joined behind her back. Every little adjustment she made to her stance served only to inflate that dominant look she held so firmly. And it infuriated the King so easily.
"You come to my home, s*******r my soldiers, and terrorize my family..." he growled.
"This. Is. Wa
