I take orders from no one.

Arthur, seated on the throne, his eyes fixed on the guest in front of him.

After the incident that had happened a few moments outside, Arthur invited the commander and three of his men inside the throne room, while the remaining soldiers remained standing outside.

The commander, with two of his soldiers behind him, was also seated on a chair, just opposite Arthur's throne.

In the same opulent throne room, Asorth and Luna took their positions at the periphery, ever watchful and poised to spring into action should the need arise. Their eyes, sharp as falcon's, surveyed the scene, ensuring the safety of their liege.

Victorique, a loyal companion, nestled herself on the plush carpet, her proximity to Arthur's throne allowing her to clutch at his leg like a doll, a display of devotion.

Behind the ornate seat, the maidens, cloaked in an aura of ominous authority, loomed like silent sentinels, casting a chilling shadow over the commander.