They climbed the stairs as quickly as they could. William wanted to leave here tomorrow and for it, he needed an army, not less than one thousand outstanding combatants he would take with him.
The guards on the way bowed to their King who came back home after two months and they knew that soon many executions would be held as punishment.
The gates of the great Palace of faeries, famous for dozen domes got opened. Two lines of faeries were rowed to greet them, besides the giant sculptures of the late kings.
"Wake everyone up and wash down these rituals, we have no time." He shouted while walking to the throne hall.
The light was too much in the hall and annoyed his eyes. While he was trying to keep the land safe the elders were laying in their warm beds.
He looked at the throne that was made of a black monolith stone, on its edges were carved the sharp rays of the Sun. He stepped up and sat on his uncomfortable throne.
