The Dark King sat on his throne, his eyes gleaming with malevolent delight as his servants brought in platters of steaming meat. He savored the smell of blood and death that permeated the air, a reminder of his recent victory over the people of Rosemount. He had burned their hope to ashes, but the Pyrofrost Twins had reignited their hope inspiring them to fight back. They also inspired the nearby village of Oakdale with their magic, and that angered him greatly.
The king's daughter, Olivia, sat beside him, her face twisted into a cruel smile. She fells delighted in the pain and suffering of others, much like her father. His son, Malachai, sat on the other side of him. He was a sinister figure, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. He enjoyed tormenting the maids and servants, and his father allowed it.
As the feast began, Olivia suggested a plan of action to her father. She wanted Arthur for herself, and she suggested that they capture him and force him to do their bidding. Malachai, on the other hand, had his sights set on Lily. He thought of ways to make her his, to break her spirit and make her his slave.
The maids flinched at the sight of the siblings, for they knew what horrors they were capable of. The Dark King chuckled at their fear, relishing in his power and the fear he instilled in his subjects.