King Raithen rose from his throne with a startle when he heard the huge door creaked when it was suddenly pushed open. He did not realize he slept there after the wee hours of working. His advisers and other officials sprawled on the cold floor, and some snored. It was like they were drunk from the previous night, but the jars of wine were missing.
They worked hard until it was dawn, and everyone just collapsed out of exhaustion. Or was it? Maybe someone pulled a spell on them. It was impossible for them to just lie down on the floor and sleep.
Anyway, King Raithen was thankful he was still alive.
“What’s going on?” he asked the saighs that strode in. He rubbed his eyes off from sleep and inhaled.
“You need to go to the fifth floor of the castle, my liege,” the saighs advised instead.
