…At Wizithon…
The morning was cold and wet with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land of Wizithon. A flash of forked lightning and a great clap of thunder came close upon each other. Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky. The king’s courtier walked into the throne hall interrupting the council meeting of the nobles of Wizithon.
“Lord Ramsey, a word!”
The king’s courtier looks moody. His face isn’t bright. He stood beside the throne of the late Baroness and waits for Lord Ramsey to approach.
Noticing the look on the courtier’s face, Lord Ramsey seems nervous. “What’s the matter, my Lord?”
“It is three days now and you haven’t provided any proof that Ruth Willzo is alive.”
Some herald came from King Edward II requesting to know the situation of Wizithon. The k
