The man who threw the dagger jump on the table and pushed the door open. "Catch him!" Someone yelled as I stumbled back, falling flat on my butt.
I crawled to the wall side so as to not me stepped on as the beasts chased after the man.
I took in deep breaths, calming my racing heart before getting up while using the wall to support my weight. The door was wide open as I stood at the middle searching for the King.
Is he dead? I asked myself and my heart clenched at the thought but I shook it out.
The king is immortal. Lived for more than 700 years.
His people surrounded him as I took cautious steps. His glowing golden eyes snapped to my figure making me stop.
His men (and women) surrounding him all shifted to the sides giving me the view of the dagger that was stuck in t
