¬ Fashire
The guards' vacant stares snapped into focus as I made my presence known. I stopped right before them. The giant statues shifted from their positions ever so slightly.
"Your Royal Highness, Lord Aser Fashire, His Majesty wills to see you before the gathering," their raspy voices slithered through the dim hallway.
I arched a sceptical brow. The old fool never changed. "And?"
"He hasn't instructed us that you've met with him."
"Did the King tell you I couldn't attend the gathering if I didn't accept his private summon?"
A pause.
"Well?" I prodded.
"No, Your Highness."
Rulers, by the throne's ability, were granted dominion over every ancient guard within the castle grounds, and this foolish monarch was squandering it on trifling things like this.
He never changes, does he?
"Then make way and stop wasting my time."
They pulled open the double doors and I let myself in.
