Thud.
The loud noise of the throne hall's gate closing filled the area. It lingered for a while, echoing between the walls and making full use of a relatively empty space in the middle of the hall.
Then, it came to an end, vanishing as the energy within the waves dissipated into the air.
"So," the king muttered in a voice loud enough to only reach his direct surroundings. "What do you think?"
The crown-bearer sat back on his chair, relaxing his formerly tense posture.
The anxiety, anger, and tension one could see in the man have now vanished as if it was never there, to begin with.
"I'm positive he didn't notice me," a silent voice reached the king's right ear. A man then emerged from the shadows to the throne's back.
And yet, not a single guard freaked out about a potential threat stalking the king. Not a single one of them even reacted.
The reason behind that was fairly simple. Only the man sitting on the throne could see, hear or even sense the man.
