"My apologies are most fictitious, but allow me to confer them upon you all regardless for the events which are to soon occur. "
The voice, clipped and polite, but utterly emotionless, manages to completely break the loud and violent noise of their celebration. Men scramble for their weapons in surprise as two figure cloaked completely in black appear right in the midst of the throneroom. In all reality, they should not be so threatening; both are nearly the same height, and even the shortest among the bloodthirsty warriors could tower over them. Still, they hesitate, keep a distance. Something menacing lurks behind the shadows those hoods cast, and men, grown men who have gone through wars and plagues, cast nervous glances at one another.
Such a feeling of dread and warning lurks in the sunken heart of the Horned King as well, yet he is not a creature to be cowed so easily. Eyes glowing a vicious red beneath his own hood, he stands up, bright blue flames flaring in accordance with his anger. "And what fools dare to intrude upon the castle of the Horned King?" he rasps, the very air darkening around him.
One of the hooded figures in black seems to sigh at the dramatics, shaking his head. "Foremost, it would be most appreciative if you would cease to allude to yourself in third person. Yet I will admit it is ungracious to not introduce myself fully." Reaching upwards, the stranger pushes back his hood.
Perhaps they are expecting some sort of monstrosity, a creature so hideous that it would fill them with fear.
It's only a boy, however; admittedly a very strange looking one, with hair the color of slate which falls over one blue eye. Something older and more dangerous hides within his gaze despite his innocent appearance
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