"Make sure you live,"

That evening, there was pin-drop silence in the entire kingdom. Even those far away from the palace knew that something was wrong. Doors closed silently, and all torches and candles were blown off in every chamber. 

The one who was responsible for it all walked gracefully in slow strides as if he had no hand in it. 

Harold wore a long black flowing cloak whose hood covered his head up to the centre. He had blood all over him and some were also on his face, matching the colour of his eyes that was yet to change.