SIENA'S POV:
The room fell short of silence, everyone taking in bit by bit of what was addressed by the King of Death, who was casually still standing on top of the long table.
I on the other hand was still reminiscing on how King Gale had left a shiver down my spine.
It was not that he actually wanted to kill me or use me while he took in every second of torturing me, there was just something about him.
His aura, his presence had me cowering like a dog in the rain. It was like the very being of this man was etched somewhere deep in my memories.
Just then King Thaddeus took a stand as King Gale got off the table, taking a seat then putting his legs on top of the table.
No one dared to say anything, as all eyes darted from King Gale to King Thaddeus who obviously wanted to say something.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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