~Year 994
The King of Gavaria rides for the military encampment of the Gavarian Army just beyond the borders of Ardenurve.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta
Myrina took off her ghost mask, unwrapping her hair so the full length dangled down her back, she ran a hand through her hair slowly to get out the pieces of snow stuck in it.
"Kye was a step away from ripping His Majesty to shreds, I would have gone after you but I was too busy holding him back." Kare pointed out, passing a brief glare at a brooding Kye.
"He might be a Majesty to you all but he certainly is not my Majesty, if he dares raise his voice at master ever again, I will rip him a new mouth." Kye swore in a tone of deadly promise.
Myrina passed Kye an amused glance, tilting her head slightly.
