"Sir Alfvén! You got a message from the King of the East!"
A knight in training ran towards a man, armed to the teeth. He handed over to him the letter, with trembling hands and a respectful face.
"King James?" The man's tone made the naive knight scared to the bone marrow, he wished he could leave any moment from now.
"Yes Sir!"
The man opened the letter and had a frown on his brow, "Just as I expected!" He said, dropping the letter on the table close by.
"Is everything alright?" Another young knight who was standing beside this cold man asked.
"Dravil's powers, I sensed it days back, but wasn't sure if it truly was his…"
"Sir Alfvén, does that mean–"
