The Omega King
Mikithe insipid prince's furtive grab for the thronebow before the kingdouble execution where the king takes revengeregressed as the duke
He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed.
"Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking.
"I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said.
He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow.
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The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo.
Arthur exhaled once.
And became the King again
He walked in.
There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.