33 In a Distant Region (1/2)

In a distant region of a far-off prefecture, a grandiose city sat in the middle of a mountain range. On the mountainside, a vast, golden palace stood with a view of the entire city. Within a large chamber at the central point of the palace, a golden, razor-hide dragon rested on an oversized pedestal.

”Your highness! Your highness!”

”What is it? Spit it out,” a low, tired voice answered.

”Sir, it's the High King Krasc. He has arrived and bid for an audience with his majesty,” the human servant was timid and afraid to hear the response.

”What!? I told you all to accept no visitors until further notice!” the low voice grew louder and frantic.

”I'm sorry your highness, but we didn't have the authority to stop his majesty and he has already entered the palace. We should assume that he is on his way to this very throne room,” the servant then shut up, waiting for the king to lash out and kill him as he had done with others.

”Right you are!” the chamber doors swung by the entering high king. He was a large lion, four krin tall and ten krin from his nose to the tip of his tail. His fur was a glacial blue and his mane a frost white. This was the High King Krasc, a Frost-mane Lion. ”Brak, it's been ages. How have you been?”

”Your majesty Krasc, forgive my servants' cold greeting. I shall punish them immediately,” his clubbed tail lifted high up, ready to swing.

”No need, no need. It's not worth slaughtering such pathetic lives. Just be gone, would you,” Krasc glanced at his side as the straggling servants scrambled out of the throne room. ”Now for the matter at hand. How are you, Brak?”

”I've been doing quite well. Business here in Scale City has been booming. I'm getting richer with every passing moon,” Brak went off about some side topics that weren't worth looking into.

”But what happened to you? We had some reports that a heavily injured Razor-hide dragon flew across the province towards your Scale City. This wasn't you was it? What on earth could've caused such a thing to happen to you, a low-king?” Krasc cut through the tangents, not leaving a way out.

”Oh, that? I was merely training by myself in the forbidden mountains to the south when I was ambushed and forced to leave early. There's no need for you, the High King of the Frost Mane Province to check up on me. I'm sure you're busy handling the many matters of the regions under your care or handling his majesty Lord Zrand's business as a high king over one of his ten provinces,” Brak insisted that he need not investigate further.

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”Brak,” the disinterested voice stopped Brak's rambling.