The Past 9

Third Person's POV

"His liege, the king, is now entering!" The nobles gave their courtesy as the king walked through the royal seat.

"You may all rise." His closest aide went closer and whispered something.

Bound in enchanted chains, he was dragged through the castle halls towards the throne room, his eyes filled with fury and fear.

As they approached the grand hall, the massive doors swung open, revealing the King seated on his throne. His presence was very intimidating, with eyes that gleamed like sapphires and a crown that shimmered with ancient power. Beside him stood his powerful subordinates, their faces a mixture of sorrow and determination. Even the watchers cannot believe their eyes when they realize who it is.