"Little ones. Let's have a talk shall we?" Ares said playfully as he waltzed inside the ballroom. The crowd of young elves was looking at him with wide eyes, curious as to why they had all gathered there. Their friends, their superiors, anyone they knew from the palace had suddenly been dragged away and now, the staff had been separated. "You see, there are some people, not all of you of course, who seem to have betrayed our lovely king. We don't want people doing that do we?" he asked them. Obviously no one answered, no one dared to. They were just looking at each other and occasionally a few whispers were heard but nothing more bold. "Do we?" Ares asked again, raising his voice and demanding them to answer.
"No, your highness!" The crowd said in unison and the prince smiled proudly.
