The next complaint came and then the next and endlessly in a streak like that.
Rolling his eyes yet again, Cargan sat on a sofa, sighing.
"Brother, just tell us what the hell the cure is!" Esen hollered upon Adramelech who looked like he was in the most miserable state of his life at the moment.
His brothers were ready at least. If they hadn't gotten ready for the party and were arguing yet, he would have been pissed.
But they've all been draped in their luxurious mantle and coats. Also shimmering golden and diamond embedded crowns too.
He was probably the only one with a black crown. However, the pearls on his crown were as shimmering as his brother's.
He was grateful for the fact that his brothers all showed respect for him by not dressing up in flamboyant colored attires.
Except for Astor of course.
