Walking where the energy of my father's aura was, I stumble to see maids and servants leaving the first floor to the upper floors.
Walking towards the throne room, I’m met with the stench of rogue's scent.
Placing my hands towards my nose to cover my nostrils, I heard a man speak, “If you deny us your daughter to marry our Prince, we will deny any entry from the villages filled by your loyal subjects! Mark our words, King Legolas. We rule the darkest forests. Our King has no heart for ignorance!”
He shouted, and then the doors were pushed out with enough force to bounce back a bit.
The stench grew tenfold as the man dressed in the dirt and ink or substance that I wasn’t aware what they could be, nor was I curios in having the clarification of such things.
His red-bearded face tur
