"His Majesty the King?"
The shadowy figure in a black uniform passed through the wall of soldiers and approached the bed. He had abundant gray hair hanging before his forehead, and beneath it was a mask covering his face from the nose up, with red anti-glare lenses that stared at the old man seated on the bed; its tail swung back and forth behind him.
From his voice, it was evident the man was young and merry, his attitude of mocking others felt eerily familiar.
"I have nothing to say to the lawless."
The intimidating voice made the armed soldiers shrink away, as the masked beast-man shrugged, "That's fine, we don't need you to say anything, as long as His Majesty is alive," he dropped his reply in front of the seething king.
A sinister smile lurked beneath the mask, its eeriness suggesting his face was the true mask, sending shivers down the frail king's body.
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