Late Evening.
Theodore Chambers, Citadel.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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The maid that had been sent to bring down the couple started with a slight frown. "But your highn-"
Theodore turned to her, his eyes dangerous and livid, he spoke to her without words, and she paled before quickly nodding.
"Right away, Your Highness" she bowed and they all left the room.
The royal maids hurried towards the grand dining hall, their footsteps echoed against the stone walls in the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the air was thick with tension as their delicate aprons fluttered behind them while they moved with urgency, their faces etched with worry and fear.
The Lord had refused to come down but the King and this mother were impulsive and cruel.
As they approached the ornate double doors leading to the dining hall, the head maid, a woman of stern demeanour motioned for the others to pause.