Broken Chains

Silence.

A dark and unsettling silence.

A silence that seemed to mimic the final moments of a drowning man's life as he descended into the ocean's cold embrace. That was the most apt way I could describe the state of the room after the guard spewed his horrifying report!

But this eerie stillness wasn't meant to last as I asked in a frigid tone, while my eyes gazed at him with the promise of an excruciating death "What did you say?"

The guard felt his knees nearly buckle under him, as he stutteringly replied "T-The r-royal entourage w-was a-attacked on their w-way to the Royal Mausoleum."

"Isaac." I say anxiously as I slightly turn my head towards him.

He instantly understands my order, as he seemingly vanishes out of the room to discover the validity of the claims, causing the suffocating silence to once again return, much to the horror of the guard, who felt a pair of invisible, ice cold hands quietly strangling the life out of him.