King Theron was a man of action, and his patience already thin, had worn to a thread.
The moment the Dukes departed, his gaze fell upon the unconscious form of Serena. He wasn't one to waste time. A snap of his fingers, and two of his elite guards focused their attentions.
"Take her to the cells," he commanded with his voice devoid of emotion. "Ensure she's well-guarded, and report any change, no matter how insignificant."
The guards bowed, scooped up Serena with ease, and swiftly exited the Grand Hall.
***
The very next dawn saw Theron depart from the palace, a rare occurrence indeed.
For a king who spent the vast majority of his time within the opulent confines of his domain, this was an almost unprecedented event.
High above the city, there was a speck against the vast expanse of the morning sky.
King Theron soared, a testament to his immense power. Most Sovereigns, upon reaching that exalted level, gained the ability of flight.
