The cool breeze of the night brushed against Kian's face as he hurriedly made his way through the long hallways of the white light palace, clutching tightly onto the scroll that had begun to scrunch and crumble under his grip.
After a close to fifteen minutes of walk through the palace, he finally came to a halt in front of a grand door covered with silver swirls of linings and two uptight guards poised on either side of it.
"General Blade."
The guards greeted Kian with a dip bow.
"Inform the king. I have some important business to discuss with him. Tell him it can't wait."
"Respectfully, sir, it's the king's orders. He had personally asked not to be disturbed at this hour today."
"I'm sure this will be more important than anything he's dealing with now."
Kian said sternly as she held the scroll in front of the guards. The gaurds stared at it for a moment before nodding their heads. One of the gaurds then turned around and knocked lightly on the door and stepping inside after he heard a 'come in' from the other side.
A moment passed and the gaurd returned and asked Kian to proceed into the room.
"Your majesty"
Kian greeted upon entering the room. As he did so, his gaze fell upon the spacious room, breathtakingly beautiful and ethereal. That was the special thing about the white light palace, or Iotujan, really. It was known as the 'paradise on earth' or 'the haven'.
Iotujan was situated a little over to the northern side of Lendorr. Well, they were more like rivals then neighbors.
Kian had originally come from Lendorr. After his 17th birthday, he and his family travelled from Lendorr to Iotujan, seeking some change in their lives. And so they did. They did find the change they were looking for.
Eventually, Kian enlisted into the army and climbed his way up to the top over the course of years that passed until his 25th birthday. He was grateful for everything Iotujan provided him with despite him and his family being from a rival country. But that's really how Iotujan was. It was a country known to be the peacemakers of the world. The people including the king were never keen on fighting and rivalry. They believed in peace and kindness as they existed. Unlike Lendorr, which was known for their fierceness and hunger for power.
So when he stood inside the king's bed chamber, clutching the scroll in his hand as he bowed, Kian could feel his heart rate going up.
"Your majesty.. there's been.. a letter sent by Lendorr."
Kian begun to speak to the figure sitting on the window seat, looking out into the sky, admiring the moon as he twirled his long, silver white hair between his fingers.
Kian waited. kneeling down on one knee as he kept his head low, he heard a rustle after a pause.
"Will you give me the scroll, Kian?"
The king, now standing right in front of him, asked in a calm and almost searingly soothing voice as he held his hand out, waiting patiently for Kian to look up and hand him the scroll.
"My lord"
Kian carefully held out the piece of parchment and felt the king take up his hand to lift him up to a standing position.
"Enough with the honors already, Kian. Now, where were we again? Right, the scroll."
The king spoke in a calm manner, unfolding the paper as his begun to scan the words. Kian shifted his feet, the silence suffocating him as he waited. He knew it wasn't going be anything pleasant there. He knew, no matter what was written in that letter, as long as it was sent from Lendorr, it was bad. As bad as anything could get.
"Kian.."
A moment passed as Kian stopped his stumbling, sick with worry, mind and nodded his head in a small bow.
"Yes, your highness?"
"We might have visitors soon."