Brandon walked in the throne hall, his boots clicking loudly against the stairs that led to the parallel ground. His eyes rested on the familiar figure of Thoron who appeared to be lost in his own thoughts.
"The werewoods were mine for the taking!" He said, pressing his lips into a thin line.
Thoron shifted his eyes to him letting his eyes travel his length. His eyes never gave out any emotions. "I'm glad you're feeling better," he commented.
"I wouldn't have been in that condition was it not for him. And instead of punishing him, what did you do instead?" He asked, his finger pointed to the floor.
Thoron leaned forward, his eyes calculatingly studying Brandon. "I did what was best for our kingdom, for you, for me and everyone else."
