"Your highness, only General Nyssa and General Thaluzar are in the palace right now." Velmoria, the ever-trusty help answered him as she bound a rope, only the lands knew where the rope had come from, around the intruder's wrists. The shadowy restraints of the king remained, but she still needed something solid to grip.
"How are they not here? Get the high lords to safety, and have someone escort the queen and her brother into the palace." The tension was palpable, visible from the way he spoke. Not even Velmoria had seen the demon king that furious before.
"Your majesty, before I leave, do you see the things that are glowing above their heads."
Varziel turned to her, "The golden ones?"
"Yes, your majesty." Velmoria visibly hesitated, before answering, "I believe I can read them."
"You can what?" Varziel's eyes widened slightly, "Those are words?" He asked again.
