The throne room door is closed when I reach it and the guards outside of it don't try to stop my
when I reach for the handle.
Pulling it open with more effort than a normal person would need, I enter the open space where
everyone is turned to see who came in at such a time.
Kairon stands next to Draven, a scowl on his face from my disobedience.
Draven looks worried, but I can tell he's glad to see me.
The King however, stares at me with those emotionless, yet calculating grey eyes.
Unsure of what else to do, I walk slowly over to Draven and tuck myself under his arm
comfortably in both a welcome home and for support.
"As I was saying," the king continues diverting eye contact with me. "This is not your first, not
your second, nor your third, but your fourth offence! As the
