Anora sat on his throne, the shadows of the room covering his face. In there, the repetitious flip of a coin was heard. Over, and over again. He seemed angry, better yet, he seemed like a mix of anger and interest. To his loyal subjects, who were right beside him, Anora looked crazy.
But, they wouldn't dare bring up such thoughts, as the king was ruthless. Ruthless was a severe understatement. Monstrous was more fitting for Anora's reputation. So they endure the endless clinking of the coin, until finally he stopped, letting the coin hit the floor with a loud thud, that left cracks into the marble flooring.
Anora: "One of you. Come forth."
His voice sounded strained, but yet, his voice still contained that prideful ego. The same prideful ego that lead to the winning of this kingdom. The same prideful ego that told him this was the "right" way to rule a kingdom. The same prideful ego that made one of his priests finally stand before him.
Priest: "I-I'm sorry, my lord! But, we might have a bit of an issue..."
The Priest looked relatively young, looking around twelve through thirteen. The robe she wore dragged onto the floor, and even though nobody wants to admit it. Its pretty cute, like super cute. Even, Anora agreed to this opinion. So, Anora gave her the name, Robea.
Anora: "What could possibly be happening? Is it another law that needs signing? Because, I 'clearly' need more."
Robea: "No sir... its actually something more worst. It's an invasion, like a real one. And, it seems like all of our fighters are losing to this battle, even the citizens. This led to Commander Trixal, asking for your permission of more troops."
Silence went by, before a laugh was heard. It was booming, and it seemed unserious. The room turned their heads to culprit of this laugh. And, it was no one other than Anora himself.