FIFTH MONTH
"Your Majesty, we are running out of time".
"Samhain is almost near and still, your son lives. The Princess of Marjol has failed you".
"Haha!!!" Randall's laughter filled his majestic throne room, as he turned the King's Ring on his right middle finger. He was a father, with a grown up son, yet, didn't look any close to forty summers.
"Your son is the conqueror, the prophecy speaks of. Before he is able to fulfil it, we must kil..."
Randall raised his hand. And the sorcerer instantly kept shut. Though Randall was famously known, to be the only one in the history of Armalith royal family to be without a Gift, still, it was obvious this sorcerer feared him. No powers, yet, was feared, then, there had to be something he was doing 'right' to instill such dread.
Randall stared at his sorcerer. If people say, the eyes were the windows to one's soul, then, would one say, Randall has no soul? For nothing emotion-like or soul-like, showed in the depths of those deep blue eyes, if anything, the depthness, reminded one of an ocean, a gorgeous ocean with blue waters, but the moment, you sunk one of your legs in, a horrid sea monster was there to swallow you all up.
And now, those eyes pierced deep into that of the sorcerer's who shivered in fear, "do you honestly see me as one who doesn't have several backups to his plan?" Randall laughed once more.
"My son is on his way to the Midlands now, unaware that he is walking into my trap".
Randall smiled, a very handsome smile, that would've charmed, even a young maiden that was several years younger than his son, and then he added, "Regalis will die there".
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