The night sets in quickly before the imperial knights were able to finish another brutal training from Commander Fabian since it was already winter but no snow falls on the land considering that their kingdom was surrounded with barren sands. King Elias still resides inside his office, standing idly in front of his slim and tall windows, once again casting his glum eyes to his malevolent kingdom.
The door quietly opened as if he was already expecting a guest as he did not barge an inch from his position and kept scrutinizing the vast lands of his kingdom.
"S-sire," It was Maurice, sweaty as always for running around the hallway just to reach Elias's room without delay while carrying a bunch of papers.
"Speak," Through the years, King Elias' voice only grew grey and tired but the maligna
