Ragnar Virel
At the far end of the hall, sitting on the high black throne, was King Lucien Draven. With his dark cloak flowing down from his shoulders and his sharp gaze, it was as if he was controlling the entire room. Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting…" he muttered, his voice calm. "Most who enter my palace either tremble with fear… or fall to their knees." The girl took a few steps closer. "I won't do either," he said. The hall suddenly became silent. The guards looked at each other uneasily. Lucien leaned forward slightly in his throne. A vague smile formed at the corner of his lips. "Courage…" he said slowly. "It's either stupidity… or something very dangerous." The girl's voice was determined. "My name is…" he said, taking a step closer. "And I came to take back my country." There was a moment of silence in the throne room. Then Lucien laughed lowly. "So that's it…" he said. His eyes locked on the girl. "Among all my kingdoms… at last there was one that did not bow down." He tilted his head slightly. "This will be fun."
About Ragnar Virel
At the far end of the hall, sitting on the high black throne, was King Lucien Draven. With his dark cloak flowing down from his shoulders and his sharp gaze, it was as if he was controlling the entire room. Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting…" he muttered, his voice calm. "Most who enter my palace either tremble with fear… or fall to ...Read more