Elves, Wolves, Witches, you say the name, he has them serving him. Orpheus Godfrey's rules and guidelines are deemed strict and disciplinary.
"You may leave" Orpheus ordered him without a word more, the wolf left the place.
Alerting his guards, Emperor added, "Ask her to be in my Chamber"
The guard Elf bowed down and followed his Emperor's instructions.
Orpheus rubbed the back of his neck waiting for her to come in.
"You have asked for me?" she frantically paced inside his meeting room.
"I heard something and it relates to your prophecy" his voice deep and powerful.
She dared to look up at him and sighed in peace, after all, she is the Witch, she is here to alert him with her prophecy though he refuses to believe that a powerless human could be the cause of his Empire's destruction.
"So the storm is brewing, Prince Kieran is dead," the Witch asked.
