Kyren's POV
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"Your audacity is mind-boggling to say the least." He spoke coldly, raising his right hand with a plain expression.
As he did, the three Arcadian emissaries who had come to his throne room to discuss "peace" levitated into the air, a red wispy energy coiling around them like snakes.
Kyren's eyes glinted with a light of the same colour as he slowly got off his throne, keeping his hand suspended. He walked down the steps, each echoing like a death god about to give judgment.
One of the emissaries, a woman in her late thirties, sneered, her black robes floating around her. "No, you're the one with audacity, Rogue king! Not only do you dare reject the peace the High Matron offers you, but you attack—"
"Shut up," Kyren said boredly, flicking his wrist.
That motion sent the woman flying back until she hit a black stone pillar, plopping to the marble floor like a rag doll.
The throne room was empty, save for Kyren and the witches.
