“Open this cage at once!” Lord Jyris ordered, his gaze hardening as he clicked his claws against the golden rings on his fingers.
“The White King—” the warrior began to protest when Lord Jyris silenced him with the following words. “I will take her to him myself.”
In no time, he had taken Xinora to the throne room. It was large and tall, adorned with gold and giant menacing statues.
“Father!” She rushed out of Jyris’s hold immediately, her bare feet hitting the smooth that glimmered golden as a result of the floating candles above.
The White King’s eyes brightened, and in a flash, he was in front of her, pulling her into an embrace. He seemed to have flown there, but it was too quick. His wings had sprouted from behind him as quickly as they had vanished.
He acted with perfect precision.
