The Wounded Lion and the Messenger of Omen
In the middle of everything on the most comfortable cushion King Gary of Vellore was sitting. He was King Gary of Vellore. He looked very important. King Gary of Vellore was right, in the center of it all.
He was the one person who was always strong. His green hair was tied back. Not very tightly and it caught the light from the lamp shining a little bit. His robe was open. You could see the muscles in his body, which he got from fighting for a very long time. His body was like a rock something you could count on to always be there, for you something that made you feel safe. His green hair and his strong body were supposed to be things that did not change things that you could always trust.
But tonight, they were simply… wounded.
