Marching through the silent corridor, clanking hard on the carpeted floor, men in silver armor and royal blue suits walked, making no words, like a wined toy, toward a large brown wooden door carved with intricate designs.
As they reached the door, it pushed open on its own accord, and they all bowed in unison as they greeted the man on the throne with all their respect toward him.
As the leader of the crew, a tall man with a well-built body, clad in the same uniform but with a royal blue cape on his right shoulder that reached his feet, stepped forward and kneeled on his knees before the King.
"Your Majesty!"
"General Stuart, I see. What brings you and your crew to my council?" came the strong, intimidating voice from the throne.
"Your Majesty, I got a message from one of my men. There was another rogue attack on the outskirts of Southborough," he said, his head still bowed down. The very information made a certain someone's ears perk at the mention of the rogue attack.
