{THE ROYAL PACK}
Monrel sat up, and then he stood up so fast that his chair almost tipped over. He stood in shock at first, feeling the breath leave him. The flickering light in the great orb had gone completely, utterly dim.
Monrel felt his body grow cold and his vision blurred. He staggered back to his chair weakly and sank down, already feeling the fear and depression running its course through his veins.
There was nothing more to think of. He was definitely going to be dead. There was no way about it. His life had come to an end, and so had the lives of his family. The Special One was gone.
How was he supposed to tell the King? Monrel felt a chill run down his spine and his body went even colder. He had been thinking of it in secret, but somehow, when he truly imagined standing before King Hati and speaking the truth, his body went weak.
