The guards looked at each other. After the aliens, the biggest enemy to their faction was the Immortal Legion; if someone from there wanted an audience with the King, it could mean only two things.
Either a great problem was arising or they were plotting something.
'We are just Grandmasters. Besides, if the King could be harmed that easily, he wouldn't have risen to that position.' They thought, allowing the newcomer to enter.
If someone were to hear how the mighty Grandmasters, renowned by all humanity, were thinking of themselves as 'just,' no one could anticipate their reaction.
"King Arthur." The newcomer spoke coldly; despite being in the presence of such a powerful individual, he remained standing on two legs.
There were only two people that he would ever bow down to.
"Quite the displeasure seeing a member of the Immortal Legion at my quarters." Arthur spoke nonchalantly. Despite the lack of hostility in his voice, he was clearly threatening the newcomer.
