☉FENRIR
The music was drowned out in my chambers. I liked it here, away from the noise. I knew I would have to go out soon. The opportunity came too soon.
“My king,” Andras called. Since the day of the coronation, I had put everyone out and closed the door behind me. I needed time to think of what I was going to do and to properly study the way this Cynthros worked, especially now that I would be ruling it.
I gave the order for him to be let in, and Andras walked in, head held high, hand still on his sword.
“Andras, are you aware that it has only been some nights since I was coronated as king? And that some kings have people who disturb their peace killed?”
I allowed my gaze to float over to him, lazily.
I was hunched over papers that spilled over an obsidian dark table. There was a
