“Brother, is there something?” Arthur walks into the throne room.
A: Take the girl and leave.
The floor continues to heat up.
A: Corzen mi protectem ne Ardem!
Andrew is no longer sweating from the heat.
G:“Which girl?” She glanced at the two, walking closer. A:“Grea…you okay? do you…can you hear me?” Grea approached the two.
Iskandar sits in his room, a glass of wine in his hand. His mood is dark. When the news comes thst Prince Felone falls ill, he rushes to the castle with his own soldiers, hoping to secure sympathy of the current royal family.
But the Prince recovers.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance. King Arthur doesn’t have long to live. If Prince Felone gets out of the way, the weak willed Prince Nycolas will be on the throne. An easy puppet for the experienced noble in the intricate art of politic and warfare; Seemingly different technique with the same objective: Winning.
He takes a sip from his glass to calm himself. No matter. He can arrange for some… Accident if he stays long enough.
He only needs to be patient.
G:“Should I take both? Or wich one do I take?” Annebelle reached to Grea. Grea pulled her sleeve closer and Grabbed her shirt, swiftly lifting her above the floor. A:“Grea? L-let me go…! Explain! Are you really… part of a cult? Wh-what’s going on? Tell me!” G:"…what should I tell her?"
Kathrine walks around the market area looking at stalls buying whatever piques her interest
Grea nodded and disappeared with Annebelle.
Prince Falone is making his way towards the scene, having received a tipoff from the sheriffs.
“And it told me you made a deal with something. I’m your brother, Artie, you can tell me what.”
Kathrine burst into the throne room “Sir there is a cult. I have witnessed a conversion but I couldn’t make out the faces”
“The cult. Is back? We missed a member or two… that is not a good sign.” @Nerbins
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The squadron of 4 sheriffs come together. They charge at the lone leader.
2 immediately fall to the spell, the other 2 freezes, not expecting magic.
“No!” The King slams his hand.
“We cannot allow them to take root. We will break them before they can have a grasp in the shadows.”