Blackwood did not have the best of moods, today in particular. The chase for Aria and Julian had turned fruitless and the general of the royal army had turned down his summon yet again.
He sat on the throne seat, his chin pressed on his fist.
"Your Majesty," a court official called.
Blackwood raised his eyes when the double doors swung open. In streamed men clad in Avon knights armour and in chains. The fear on their faces was unmistakable.
"Is this all?" Blackwood enquired.
"Yes My L.. Your Majesty," the council member fumbled. "They are the only ones who survived the pursuit."
"Get me my sword," he ordered a knight standing by his left. The knight nodded and left to fetch the metal.
Blackwood rose from the seat with a not oh so happy look on his face. And why would he be happy? Everything he had worked for so hard had crumbled in a day. As long as the princess was alive, he couldn't have the throne nor the royal army!
