Ryfus concentrated, and he realized he wasn't in the throne room again. Everything was dark except for a candle that burned steadily on a table and could vaguely make out the outline of a chair.
He looked around, the light from the candle lighting up the room as his eyes adjusted to the low light. The room was small with just a bed, a table, and a chair.
"What in the King's fuck is going on?" Ryfus demanded. How could he be in the throne room and then here just now? He felt no mana, no traces of skill spell. The throne room just faded and was replaced by another.
He was still standing in the same position, only this time it was beside a bed. "How did I get here?"
