The scent of jasmine and the soft strumming of a lyre filled the night air as King Hati and his Queen, Ulva, sat at a small, elegant table in their private garden.
Queen Ulva looked breathtaking, her hair styled with tiny diamonds that matched her silver dress.
Her dull eyes were fixed at nothing in particular as she sank further in to the choked silence which became shattered by the sound of approaching chaos.
Shouts and the clatter of armor grew louder, and Hati glanced up to see his soldiers struggling to hold back his younger brother, Varon.
A few soldiers lay groaning on the ground, having been tossed aside like toys. The rest, seeing the futility of their efforts, charged more but Hati gave the signal to let Varon pass.
