Lonyth's Aftermath

Lonyth

Duke Moller was shaking in anger as he threw his glass of wine against the wall. He let out a few curses before he poured himself another glass of the beverage.

"You must come up with another plan," a woman's voice interrupted the silence inside the room. This was the same woman wearing a hood that the Duke had been talking to.

"What plan? What else do you want me to do!? The Prince died and the King—"

"The King needs to die."

"He disappeared! Where do you want me to find him!?"

"Her Blessedness will—"

"Oh please! Do you think I fear her now? The Duke is alive! Whatever happened in that plaza— whatever it was— means that he has a way to fight against the darkness! He— how could you lot defeat him! You and your people promised me that you would be able to do something about him. You told me—" the Duke finished his wine, his breathing sparse as he tried to calm himself.