The letter could only be interpreted in one way. They had somehow caught the attention of the Crown, even after avoiding any involvement in keeping social activities to a minimum. Worst of all, the attention did not seem positive at all. The letter left no positive impression. It only left a command to step in a bloody prison of one's own violation. be direct or indirect. They felt an unfound and unreasonable hatred for the sender and pity for the hands through which this letter was written. Elora had her senses on high alert as she stepped off the carriage. Oasis, too, had his ears up and ready. They could feel their nerves jittering as an attendant, came forward to guide them.
They instantly knew that something was wrong when they were led away from the parlor and in front of the throne room. They have barely ever been to the palace but knew that discussing minute ideas did not require entering the throne room. Ellora cursed at the Palace coachman who had come to take them even before they had a chance to come up with a suitable excuse to refuse the Crown Oasis felt a slight contraction and stiffening of his muscles.
''We greet the Sun of the great Empire of Clanton, by mandate of Heaven, may your reign be ever glorious.'' In response to this automatic greeting came a firm response.'' Raise your heads. So how have you been? Hope you had a pleasant journey.'' The Crown spoke with a rather superficial smile.
''We have been well, thanks to you. Your generosity, Your Majesty.'' They spoke in sync to the addressal. The Crown shifted his focus on Elora. As he spoke. He bothered ''truly as capable as the rumors credit you for, aren't you?''
You'll overpraise us your Majesty. It is your generous eyes that views us as so', Elora replied with a calm and steady tone.
'' Do you know a story?'' the crown spoke,'' Let me tell you one even if you do''. they spoke no further. They knew it was insolence to do so. The crown started. ''There was once a man.''