You're a fallen lord

"What is it, your majesty?" Viktor asked

"Let's go" Kingsley said in a clearly much angrier tone than before.

As soon as he entered the castle, Kingsley vanished followed by his entire entourage. This was a simple flaw in his teleporting that he had personally developed.

He now teleported along with whoever was in close proximity to him, it was a subconscious act of his since the last time, he teleported alone, Viktor and the Thrones nearly tore the entire kingdom in half simply looking for him.

They appeared in a large mountainous area, standing on top of one of the many mountains in the region. As soon as he appeared, Kingsley immediately hovered into the air as he began flying forward forcing the others to do the same.

Using their bodies to shoulder the cold winds and to pierce through the ferocious snowy winds of the mountain.

"Your Majesty!" Viktor called out as he flew ahead to catch up with him.