After a moment of silence, Rulf and Esthor looked up, their eyes meeting Norius’. Nervous and terrified, the king tried to step back, wanting to run away, however foolish an idea it seemed to him. However, he froze when he felt a sharp blade pressed against his throat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Olivia asked, finally showing herself.
“You…” King Norius whispered, not daring to move a finger.
“Nice to see you again. And thanks for the crown,” the Shade chirped, winking at Esth