King Soris sat in his opulent study, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room. His fingers clutched a crumpled letter, its contents searing his mind with every word. With a roar of frustration, he slammed a delicate porcelain vase to the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Why does nothing go as I want?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls.
He paced, his royal robes swishing with each step. "Dealing with these repulsive creatures—demons, of all things—was the last thing I desired!" His thoughts churned, dark and bitter. "If Sir Juno had remained undefeated, everything would have been fine. My family's curse, this wretched yearning for the otherworld, would have stayed buried within me. But no—some unknown bastard had to ruin it all!"
