He never liked leaving the comfort of his castle. He had traveled to many countries and cities, but this place would always be his home. He would never find anything like this anywhere in the world.
He would protect it with his life and defend it against those who would want to take it from him, just like his father, grandfather, and great grandfathers had done for centuries.
"Your Highness, the witches are on their way to the castle. They will probably arrive within half an hour." General Saxon reported to him as he strode into his office chambers.
He had been waiting for them to visit since he had sent word. He did not like that they never came immediately. He would have sent his assassins to kill them if he did not have use for them.
But fortunately for those witches, he still needed them in his plans. At least someone from their side who would be willing to form an alliance with him in the coming war.
