King Aleksander Verall von Arcadios sat on his throne. Though the presence he exuded was one of power and strength, upon closer inspection, one would see worry lines creasing his brow. They would see the small beads of sweat forming. They would witness the pallid nature of his skin.
From a far enough distance, King Aleksander looked as regal as ever. As such, the messengers delivering him notices from Lucius's escapades in Aedrider were unphased by the impact their words had on the King.
Silence hung in the air while Aleksander processed the information. He had just learned that Lucius's group was attacked, and one of their number was kidnapped. Specifically, it was the Gray Wolf who seemed to be rather close with the young man.
