Crowned the Throne. Elves, Wolves, Witches, you say the name, he has them serving him. Orpheus Godfrey's rules and guidelines are deemed strict and disciplinary.
The one who abides by that lived a peaceful life provided not fighting their Emperor and the ones who have chosen to revolt will be taken into the forest. No one that was ever taken inside the forest returned back.
Orpheus Godfrey, with his mysteriously colour changing eyes, is a charmer and capable of only emoting the emotions of pure rage and anger. He kills his enemies like he's snapping a fly away. He doesn't even blink at the time he beheads the enemy's head with his Royal Sword.
"Your Highness" hearing his personal wolf call him, Orpheus turned to him.
"Ulerac sent a message" the Wolf chirped.
"And, what's that?" Orpheus raised a brow.
"Humans raised no doubts about the death of Price Kieran Lafayette," he chirped.
"Better"
"But.." the wolf stretched.
