Silence filled the room as King Liam stared at Howard coldly. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the side of King Liam's face making him look like a fiend that had crawled out of hell. He didn't yell like Conley but when he spoke,he made one tremble in fear.
The air hung heavy with the scent of aged oak barrels and the faint aroma of sour grapes. The king's eyes burned with a cold fury, his voice as indifferent as the winter wind.
"I won't repeat myself," King Liam said, his voice slicing through the silence, each word laced with venomous intent.
Sir Howard's mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation. How could he reveal the truth? That he had seen the Cayaline flower in a vivid dream, its petals glowing with an otherworldly radiance. He saw the people of Rosemane sneak into Lowoak and take it away. Thereafter it was given to the queen of Rosemane who was heavily pregnant.
