The large doors of the thorn room opened, and a slim servant walked in at a fast pace. He ran through the aisle and bowed down in front of a high platform on which a majestic throne sat high and mighty. An empty throne might have felt that daunting. But the man occupying the seat was spreading his dark aura all around the room and the whole witch tower.
"My lord, Lady Meadow is here. She said she had a message she needed to convey to you personally," the servant conveyed the message in a really slow voice.
Kruel opened his amber eyes when he heard the message. For the upcoming five seconds, he didn't give any reaction that made the servant's heart go wild in his little chest, so much so that Kruel could hear the drums going off inside the fragile little body standing in front of him.