The castle walls trembled under the weight of impending fury.
The King had returned.
From the moment King Xerxes rode through the gates, a palpable wave of unease swept through the castle. The guards stiffened, standing at rigid attention, their gazes fixed on the ground to avoid drawing his ire. The palace staff whispered anxiously among themselves before scrambling out of the corridors that led to the annex, where the King was undoubtedly headed.
His heavy boots echoed ominously against the stone floors as he strode inside, his cloak billowing behind him like a storm cloud. Every step carried the weight of his fury, a silent warning to those who might dare approach him uninvited.
The castle had felt his wrath before, but never like this.
He walked with purpose, his jaw set in a tigh
