Alastair stood up, his face was stern and impassive. He had shed his mischievous self and had transformed into the intimidating King he was. He stared at dark clouds above him, his eyes turning dangerously dark. The entire palace and its surroundings turned gloomy and dark, resembling the time of dusk. It was only some time close to noon. But the darkness made it appear to be night.
A thunder resonated in the place, sending tremors through everyone's spine. The sound was so intense that some of the glass panes in the palace shook. A gust of wind blew over, making it seem all the more horrific.
