The King Returns (2)

[ Music: Zack Hemsey - "See What I've Become" ]

7 Thrones stood tall in the shape of a crescent moon in the Throne room. The one in the middle was the Grandest, made of gold and Dragon sales. The others were mostly made of marble. Each it's own unique color and shape. Each person on any of the thrones had a perfect view of the entire room.

The Throne in the middle stood a level higher than the six and the other six stood a level higher than the floor. The room was very big and decorated luxuriously, many ornaments of gold and silver, paintings and statues existed in it.

The middle part was empty and approximately three hundred people could stand in it comfortably. The gate to the throne room was big and the skull of Smaug the Dragon was atop it, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Only a set of Stairs led to the throne in the middle, the rest had stairs on the side of the crescent shape.

On each of the Thrones except the middle one sat a person. In front of the thrones, the crescent level higher than the ground, stood dozens of people all in luxurious clothing, clearly nobles.

On the leftmost Throne sat the Lord of Camelot. The Throne was red and sturdy with pointy and edgy designs. The Lord who sat on it wore black armor made of Dragon scales. The name of the Lord was Morgan and she had long red hair and emerald green eyes. Her beauty heroic and her aura domineering. She looked at everyone coldly as she played with a crimson dagger.

To the right stood the Throne of Orgrimmar, A giant of a man sat on it. His name was Thalrog, a half-dwarf, and half-human. He wore thick armor with massive pauldrons and carried a giant black Mace. He was 8 feet tall and built like a Dwarf. His hands firmly grasped the thick brown Throne. His black eyes firm and fierce. A long scar ran down his face.

To the left of the middle Throne stood the Throne of Ironforge. On it sat Dumir, the Dwarf that helped King Arthas turn Lordaeron to what it was today. The throne black and crude. Dumir wore simple Dwarven armor and looked jubilantly at everyone.

To the right of the Middle Throne stood the throne of Silvermoon. A Silver throne that resembled a dawning moon, very elegant and sleek. Eiliandir sat on it, he wore simple elven clothing and his handsome features in focus as he glared at Dumir.

To the right of that throne stood the throne of Yggdrasil. Made of white marble, many branch-like designs on it as if it was made of tree branches. On it sat an elf with unusually dark skin that had a blue and purple tone to it. She had an exotic beauty and her azure eyes carried strange runes in them. She was Ysildea, the Lord of Yggdrasil.

The rightmost Throne was a simple one made of grey stone, The Throne of Casterly Rock. On it sat a simple man in loose black robes, his chest was visible, he seemed like a noble more than a warrior but his eyes carried great killing intent as he looked at Morgan. His hair was golden and he appeared more like a lion than a man. His name Virion.

Members of the council that were elected by the common populace of Lordaeron stood in front of them in a half-circle along with members of the nobility. Every important person of the kingdom was in the room except the King.

The atmosphere was solemn and everyone appeared to be nervous. The silence was broken by Virion.

Virion mockingly laughed, "What is this Sl*t doing here? Eiliandir, didn't his majesty say invite the lords? Why did you invite her?".

Eiliandir's lips twitched as he looked between Morgan and Virion, slight panic in his eyes. 'Why target me? You bast*rd!' he thought with indignation.

Morgan's aura became extremely cold as bloodlust slowly swirled around her pressuring everyone in the room. (not literally!) Her seductive yet cold voice echoed in the room, "A horse-fu*king beggar like you found his way in, why can't a slut like me? At least I sleep with humans!".

Virion's visage became wrathful as he stood up and clenched his fist. "Let us duel to the death, The God-king of Lordaeron, Arthas shall stand judge and jury. I shall prove my honor and you shall taste death!"

Morgan laughed, "Amuse me, I am ready to play with you anytime!" however her laughter came to a cease as she slowly stood up and coldly looked at him with real killing intent. "I dare you to utter the name of my king one more time and your end will be miserable..."

Everyone that stood became nervous as they slowly backed away, they knew they couldn't survive if the two fought.

As Virion began to slowly approach her, The half-Dwarf Thalrog hit his giant mace on the ground. The sound stunned everyone. "Stop, Don't disgrace us. The King will be here and I shall not stand and be humiliated in front of him. Go do your duel somewhere else at another time or I will kill you both."

The two looked at Thalrog coldly. At this time, Ysildea who sat on the Throne of Yggdrasil spoke softly. "Cease this. His majesty is close..."

All parties looked at her with slight terror in their eyes and backed down to their Thrones. Everyone sighed in relief, especially Eiliandir who was nervous from even before this.

The gates of the Throne room were opened suddenly, Arthas walked in confidently with Frostmourne on his back. His face cold as he took steps towards the main throne, he looked at everyone with icy calm. Behind him trailed Gandalf with an awkward smile, he stopped beside the nobles.

Arthas calmly ascended the steps and sat on the great Throne. He smiled coldly, "Shall we begin?"