A monarch's wrath
King Phenor, seated upon his throne, maintained a stoic demeanor as he stood up, surveyed the unfolding events through the grand window of the throne room. His keen eyes discerned a prominent figure standing at the forefront of the black armord troops, a shadowy harbinger of the approaching storm.
With deliberate composure, King Phenor brought his clasped hands behind his regal form, exuding an air of regal authority that never wavered, even in the face of unexpected adversity. His children, Argon and Keleora, the proud warriors of his lineage, stood before him, awaiting his command.
"Argon, Keleora," King Phenor's voice resonated through the chamber, calm and collected despite the encroaching threat beyond their borders.
"Yes, Father," came the simultaneous response from his children, their heads bowed in a gesture of respect and readiness.