The sun set across the horizon, crossing the distant mountains and settling into the sea. A man, a king, stood watching this, his fingers wrapping around a golden ring on his finger. His black hair rustled in the North wind, and his downcast eyes watched the scene.
"Your Majesty," a voice broke through his thoughts. A young man with his head bowed announced, "the priestess has arrived."
The king hurriedly turned, his eyes filled with urgency, and walked toward the door near the balcony where he had stood. His feet echoed through the candlelit hallway, dispelling the day's darkness.
Soon, he arrived in the throne room, where he dismissed those around him with a wave of his hand, his gaze fixed on the woman bowing in respect.
"The Great Ruler of the Northern Kingdom, King Richer," She greeted, her voice low and mysterious, as she faced him.
