"Who is Penelope?" He asked.
"She is Nyxoria's beloved horse, my Emperor," Principal Archmiagus answered, his tone laced with disdain. "A stubborn and wicked creature, just like its owner."
Tharros nodded, rising to his feet with an air of authority.
"What has Nyxoria been up to?" he asked, his voice dripping with hatred rather than curiosity, each word laced with the venom of old grudges and simmering rage.
"Bullying," he said, the lie rolling smoothly off his tongue as a sly grin spread across his face. The growl that escaped Tharros in response was music to his ears. He wanted Nyxoria to suffer, to feel the wrath of the Emperor. If anyone could punish her, it was him.
