Outside the Grand Hall of Mbuzuoria of Kingdom.
The guard who had delivered the letter leaned against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. He had barely escaped the king's wrath.
The sight of the dead messenger haunted him, and he could feel the cold sweat still dripping down his back. He had heard the king's orders, though they weren't meant for his ears.
As he stood there, trying to catch his breath, he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Something that would change everything.
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Meanwhile the night air around the Zephyros palace grounds was cool, laced with the soft rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze stirred them.
