In the planning chambers the king stood over the map of his territory watching his vast area with discontentment, he could still see several kingdoms he hadn't conquered even though they were as small as a tiny dot. He wanted all to bow to him and call him sovereign and serve at his feet, that was power and authority, in exchange for protection. Of course, he would die for them, was it their worship he desired to keep, or was it a feeling of cherishing?
A knock from the door at the far end brought him to his map once again he balled his fist behind his back.
"Come in." He mind-linked to his guard.
The werewolf walked in his armor as usual. "Alpha, my Lord. You received a magic mail. May I call in the wizard to read them to you?" He bowed while speaking.
"No, I'm capable of doing th
