King Olyssues watched his "guests" with a growing touch of annoyance. He had taken their food, disrupting their rations and claiming contamination concerns, but they still didn't eat at the feasts he arranged. For three days, he'd kept a close eye on them, hoping their resolve would weaken, that they'd eventually be forced to partake in his carefully laid traps. Yet here they were, with energy and spirit, making their infuriating demands as if nothing had changed.
He huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. What were they eating? How were they staying strong? Surely they couldn't fast indefinitely, not in Lustridime, where resources were tightly controlled.
The only bright spot in those three days was the news that his men had found Diana. To King Olyssues, she was nothing more than a hal
