Meanwhile back in Wyfkeep Castle, Wyffellon, Wyfn-Garde; The long dining table groaned under the weight of golden trays, ornate goblets, and untouched food gone lukewarm.
Silver clinked softly as nervous nobles fidgeted. The air buzzed with irritation and thinly veiled disdain.
At the head of the table, King Gideon of Wyfn-Garde chewed slowly, eyes fixed on the carved lion crest on his goblet, tuning out the rising voices around him.
"—And I'm saying," Lady Audrey, the king's first concubine, snapped as she slammed her spoon down, "that we've sent every hunter, every scout, every blade in this kingdom after those things—and still, not a single trace of him or his witch-wife!" Her eyes blazed as she gestured with manicured fingers. "Not even a whisper of one of the demon prince's vicious group!"
