Zyren didn't even hesitate to head to House Elvane, aware of who each of the leaders of the hunters were, even though they all masqueraded as rich merchants.
Watching them all bow to him the moment he entered—even as Lord Elvane went ahead and showed up with his head bowed low to his chest, almost to the floor—
He looked completely calm, even though his heart couldn't help but race in his chest. It couldn't be a complete coincidence that the king suddenly decided to show up in his house so late at night. The torches along the grand hall flickered wildly, their flames bending as if even they feared the presence that had just stepped inside.
"My King! It is an honour to have you in my home," Lord Elvane said, his voice trembling despite his attempt to steady it.
Zyren didn't bat an eye as he instantly gave him the order to summon every single one of the hunters that he knew.
