Sitting on the glamorous throne of them all, adorned with the finest metal to cover his body. The old man's eyes were glaring despite all the paperwork had been settled. The servants were ready at the back and call of his bidding but he could hear rushing footsteps going to the throne room. Slamming the door open, it was a woman who heaved up and down.
"Hmm, I thought that brat has been captured, it's only you, Titania."
Titania, the mother of Russel, the third and youngest child of Noark, was in a rage after the loss of both her son and husband. She would have never thought that things had escalated to this point. That determining day was supposed to be hers but instead, that young man ruined her future and everything she owned in one well swoop.
"G-Grandfather, we have some problems."
"What is it?"
"Our auction houses are being destroyed as we speak."
"Houses? Hmm... no matter, find out who we angered and entice them with our resources."
