A pin drop silence remained in the majestic yet eerily dim throne room of the King of Andrasia, King Drilis. His Ministers stood erect, not even glancing anywhere as the King awaited the presence of a certain individual, his fingers drumming calmly.
Not long had the King arrived and the assembly had commenced, the double doors to the throne room were pushed open, and in walked a man cloaked from head to toe, his face concealed behind the hood as he made his way towards the King, falling on one knee once he had reached.
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty. I have arrived."
"I can see that." Boomed the ever deep voice of King Drilis as he stared down at the man through the dimly lit torches, until the man himself threw his hood back, revealing his face. "What have you got for me, General Walter?"
"Her Highness, Princess Amalia is well and fit, she does not seem to be-"
