Alpha King Dimitrio.
“Wow.” Mureok says.
I use my fingers to instruct the servants to leave the room. I cannot help but perceive his hunger ever since he entered what used to be his royal office, his eyes started hovering around like a hyena over its food.
When he was king, he lorded over every inch of this castle. What he used to recognize as his abode is now transformed into rich tapestries of deep, commanding hues that have replaced the subtle decor of the previous reign. I observe Mureok, the dethroned one.
As it hovers, his eyes pause at the banners that bear my sigil—the new symbol of Gethmorn. Once again, Mureok's attention lands on the large map that spread out across the table. The map shows the borders of kingdoms, our new alliances and those we are willing to extend a hand
