Gentle winds of the night blew the current dance of the ambiance, their horses are drawn to a stand, standing at the cast of the shadow from the trees gazing at the hours of darkness.

The stopping place wasn't that occupied such for the time the hooves travel late tearing up the miles, late from noontime to twilight. The only route that anyone can get to the Summitseye Castle.

There they can see the majestic creature laying down near the edge of the cliff [https://img.wattpad.com/810cf03d95f440858aba7801f43b25ef34a022f8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5669446a4a6c484b684376784b673d3d2d313131303331323430302e313639383464336566363138653834373439313231353434333832332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

There they can see the majestic creature laying down near the edge of the cliff. Hagarus, the massive red condor decree its body on the small grass in the comfort of rest. By the wings she retains for a passenger will fly as high as they lead someone the way to the castle, the only one that carries a many to the fortification of royalty.

It was the order of the Queen not to populate the castle full of giant birds surrounds it like many years ago, Queen Sandri Klanel of House Klanel, died for an unknown reason. When the castle is erected, the winds are crowded since they use these magnificent creatures as their bondservant rather than the guardian of the Cratermest Forest.

Tamed for loyalty, flying back and forth to usher the lords and ladies, the person with high titles and peasants, servants to the castle carried by a mighty god visible on the range of domain, they stand in need to cross a route separated the land and castle bordered by a circular lake, the Queen loved it. The Airman, Gregory. One and the only man that welcomed the title, the curse in the combination of the creature's blood.

At the mount of the night, Gregory sleeping on his thick pile of banana leaves looking like a monkey alongside a pile of fruits and the majestic bird also slept by the grass. Sleeping and still intact his black tippet and jerkins, brown pantaloons, and a nightcap.

Sir Akali: He's sleeping. Whispered peering from the wagon he sat.

Lord Jarvis: What do you want me to do? Wake him up then.

Getting out of the golden cargo he pierces his sollerets onto the dirt approaching the man soaked into his slumber, he got out together followed by the others except for the horse rider, wheeling up after them, leaving them from the course of their journey. Walking towards the moon that shines it all on the night skyline, they saw the pilot sleeping, reclining. Facing up the sky he slept snoring. Jarvis kicking him twice on his left elbow to get going for his duty needed any time, not responding, still nostril sounding, snoring.

Lord Jarvis: Hey! wake up and Fly us to the Castle. the high lord shouted to Gregory.

Puzzled, up to his waking he still reminiscing his dreams. Sat up, scratching his hair seems to be full of ants eating his burnt umber hair looking like chocolate.

Gregory: Oh so... sorry Sir I need to get some sleep, I will do my duty for you no matter what. How many are you Sir?

In hesitation of the presence of an underlying duty punishment, he keeps nodding and bowing rapidly, a serious apology he stacked in front of them in assurance to think they will do him no harm.

Lord Jarvis: Who cares. Wake your pet up and bring us to the pinnacle, we needed the King's word.

Jarvis and the three others laughing at him looking poor. On his feet seemingly going to hell for leather, fixing up the massive saddle-like fabric for the brief travel through the air by way of to the grand folkloric castle built and sculpted thousands of years ago together with the statue where it recumbent erected, affording a view of almost entirely the whole realm that glisten in grandeur. Riding the massive fabulous chirping creature, it wiggles on its feather the majesty she possesses. Its eyes, golden. Beak flaring and a tip of the chirp razor-edged as a newly smithed hook. Feathers of its wings feeling and seeing soft for instance of a bed.

Sheriff Navareth: This is so great.

The half man gushed while riding the majestic flying creature. They all smirked, perhaps he never rode to Summitseye and mounted on such a massive creature before.

Lady Ravina: It is. But I know for the fact that everyone that cares about the King's word always rides the beast at anytime, you're so astonished that you don't even know me or the living we're riding.

Flap of its red wings waving the wind like an extensive agitating flag, blasting the range of the night it trembles the cold wind like a hurricane. Not a mile long, but the vast view of the fountain, lake, and the depth below surrounds the graven sculpture is dizzying.

Gregory: What are your intentions Lords and Ladies, in such time that you all been gathered by the grace himself?"

Lord Jarvis: It wasn't your business at all Gregory.

Jarvis said to him, shards of irritation coming from his mouth. Gregory, whom left his birthed house to serve the realm, just nods to not bring any heat of the night cold moment.

Well then I'm giving a wing and letting out a leafless wishes for him?

Rumors have dealt to wonder if the gap is compact, the reason why there is a stupendous bird as transportation has conferred their answers; it's tremendously large compared to what they say. The distance between the elevated structure and the flight ranged to Two hundred yards across. Speed as it gets, it's near, getting bigger waking up their pupils. The warm fountain sheds the border soaking the statue below, Gazing at the moonshine of the starry night like a million eyes glowing above the gale.

No Drawbridge nor Portcullis can be seen, battlements are evident beside the fountain hanging on the rocks, the keep where the throne is settled in front of the Lion painted Concrete Bailey at the medium, they fly by below the breathtaking scenery [https://img.wattpad.com/afd024128454bc5967aa35261c4efef5585ee674/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7a745232786a6a73797635664a773d3d2d313131303331323430302e3136393834643665333935393532326239343733363032363830382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

No Drawbridge nor Portcullis can be seen, battlements are evident beside the fountain hanging on the rocks, the keep where the throne is settled in front of the Lion painted Concrete Bailey at the medium, they fly by below the breathtaking scenery. Night silent but the sloosh of the water keeping the guards awake including all corner towers having the same waterfall for any threatening remarks, the keep, huge, the pointy end of the castle makes it look like a real figment of imagination. The fly of its feather is coming in slow, dropping the altitude towards the inner bailey in front of the keep.

There stands the captain of the castle guards, Sir Malik Nirosus with his glowing silver armor plates, sharp as the sword on his grip, standing at the top of the fortress on an onlook [https://img.wattpad.com/c541b81ad2280cd9cf5f973d45a746758b3e915f/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f42554e39364d73475662394875673d3d2d313131303331323430302e313730616436373138363464393633373332353339383537383730362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

There stands the captain of the castle guards, Sir Malik Nirosus with his glowing silver armor plates, sharp as the sword on his grip, standing at the top of the fortress on an onlook. Lord Jarvis's Baroness, Lady Nairda Gloregon of Family Jereville up ahead the door, blooming like a flower on her violet dress.

She married Jarvis at the same moment he's crowned to be the baron of the Castle Summitseye. Waves of wind diversified with sand when she, the massive condor, touched down. Claws hidden, Wings folded, Head down to make a stair-like path for the voyagers of the castle leading to the Keep's door.

Blowing wide The Keep's door where the King was still awake, munching his smoked turkey and drinking wines. Making out to see he still sit on the throne made out of chiseled lions as his armrest, golden spindle of a lion's fur, and cresting rail what appears to be a fierce chop of a lion's head covered in glittering gold, showing the pride of a fighter, valor, spirit of a true King.

Sigil of a Lion's head fierce before the bite, finishing the Klanel's bloodthirsty.

The king, having the view of the small bridge connected on two grounds before his seat [https://img.wattpad.com/5db4a23fb64b87b0d1ca5096a84d382f4a595aed/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4d7a3872364265637361494b4e673d3d2d313131303331323430302e313730616436386633366237663235343831353135393739313431342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The king, having the view of the small bridge connected on two grounds before his seat.

Fire on either side rooted on an iron cauldron. Having the intention of making a bridge between a gap of forty feet making it safe to not fall in the heap of rushing water before the great hall and the throne room, not sputter in the wake of the statue of their god's mouth plummeting to the rocky river below the castle. Gorgeous structure, from inside out it glisten like a glorious ring. Close to midnight thus King Webster Klanel eating still on his black gabardine sewed with yellow lion roaring on the vanguard.

Taking pleasure with all his feast with his sister, Princess Savhryna Klanel of Castle Summitseye. The only female of the Klanel siblings, her other brother the second one, Artaris Klanel already slept in his private room near the constable. Savhryna standing beside his King brother, in her night bullet, light blue alb, and a decolletage showing cleavage of her breast. A gorgeous princess that closes to resemble her grandmother, a queen heir by the looks.

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King Webster: Bring me more wine, Savhryna.

Savhryna: Yo~You're grace... the king's sister mumbled before the undoubtedly loud shout she got.

Savhryna: The last candle clock will be turned over by midnight, mother told us~

King Webster: Can you shut your damn mouth and obey my words! If I told you once, don't dwindle twice...just fucking grab me a drink on the kitchen.

He stood with an aggressive jest with a sway of cape, walked towards her sister seems to be badly off, faulty, dirtily consoled. He chuckled underneath his uncrowned then a burst, lustful laughter moving his chin, sways his short boxed beard, gathered his anticipation to slap the butt of the princess behind her golden smock after the time she turned around to grab some drink he commanded.

Fixing one's gaze, the princess full of distress and anger on her face, not making to fix her crossness hiding inside her voice. On her blushed cheeks not any more of her emotion can be locked in. Interrupted the waves of the anger of the opening throne room wooden door, the chief castle guard rushed into the chamber, making both of them turn to the keep's door to catch the sight of what's the concern.

Sir Malik: Your grace, someone wants to meet you.

One of his king's guard reported.

King Webster: Get me some wine and smoked a turkey for the guest Savhryna, prepare it fresh for us, hurry the fuck up.

He commanded with a sigh of irritation. A tradition where someone grants a right to enter the throne and will be granting back a feast as they go. Thusly turning his head back, seated on his kingly dominion golden seat of power. Four of them made their way to the sweet-scented dim throne room, still in a good frame of themselves besides its at the vicinity of the chilling midnight.

King Webster: Fuck it, just make way for them... All of you, take a seat on the table and wait for the foods while we talk. Stop wasting my time again, will you? it's fucking midnight and I'm ready to sleep. What's the joke now!?

Though it may seem strange even so the table in front of him looking like a dinner table, neat, long, rectangular on purpose for the seat of the nobles and counsels, with a readily placed ink and quill atop. The heavenly light shines the curvature of a star, the creaks of the chairs echo the entire high ceiling, not long but the report is indeed needed to be known by the King. Four ravens a top of a back's lion catching the prey they scour around. Bowed as the king walks with his wine on the hand, ready to sleep and...exploded.

Lady Ravina: Apologies your grace, we need a word from you. the queenly-like ravaging stated. Nods and smiled.

King Webster: I guess so. I guess I will just take a word from a woman not with three of these you know that. Then why did you end up with these three? I will gladly take a word from you rather than them. What do these boys want?

King Webster charmed by her glamorous dress of dark blue, from toe to face he gazes at the smooth skin behind her loose armlet and leglet. He inflicted with a sense of romantic disgust she felt, the king must've been the liking of the Lady's stunning exquisiteness. The royal man roars. A waft of fright they look at him, feeling pity. Sheriff Navareth took down a peg or two by his clothes he's using, similar to Gregory's but a fashionable one, a brown Caftan and a jerkin sized a small for his body.

Lord Jarvis: Your grace, we apologize on behalf of us for being behind the clock. I know that it's time to sleep but we're under a compulsion to take a word for the witness this day, before noon, as we take charge to the Island Sentry duties.

He sighed on his tired breath, their late travel through the King's Citadel for miles and hours long making him more somnolent. He bleated, sipping his wine on the seats with them as he stares and speaks deep like an undead man. Halted, freshly prepared dark meat turkey and grape wine arrived, brought nicely and quick as what he told. Not making eye contact, she flew by with a smile without any worries for the nobles.

King Webster: Thank you Savhryna for it's a quick of you, not being silly in front of the high lords and a lady like you, good girl. Now get to your room you don't need to hear this. Now what's the main reason you're here. Speak up and make it fast. Go ahead and speak.

They are not yet eating before the report has been settled. Took so long for them as if they're just staring at each other,

Lord Jarvis: Your Grace, the Island of Markain is depredated. Forenoon we took the vessels to make the rounds off the coast together with our soldiers, that's why I take in Sir Akali as one of the spectators of the incident. A watercraft of quick-witted Aluthea's men bellowed themselves that the islands we take part on are their dependency, their only reason of taking our resources. Lord Jarvis recited in the guise of the King affixed him before his pale eyes.

King Webster: Taking our resources? How did you say so?

The graceful him faltered asking, bringing his eyebrows higher than the other. Terrified what to say, contemplated another. The Sheriff, still on his pity feeling surrounds a lot of high people, permitted to speak just as the moment the King permitted to beyond a nod. Everyone can speak. Taking a bite of the meat, juices coming out dripping to his beard.

Sheriff Navareth: I wasn't any of the parts of the chase I'm being guilty, to say the least, your grace, I'm only at the ballast and stores taking care of the golds and Pisces we own. I only remember one thing that Lord Jarvis commanded us. He told me~

Sir Akali: ~told US to follow them, so we did. As a chief of an army I took charge of the sail for us to become aware of what the rivals are anticipating for. Right then I was faultless. The harpoons, the arrows striking the waters, and found out the fishes, golds, are in their compartment of the boat. A lot of them your grace.

The Sheriff, not any more of the interest the moment he got interrupted by Sir Akali at his stern. Shocked as if the King never expected a Captain thwarted a Sheriff like one swift, Sir Akali avowed with pride and truth-speaking out of his mouth reiterating the voice he concluded and sipped his wine. He glowered from his chest the annoyance, his silver hard chest cloth shone like a smothered plate.

King Webster: You're being a bitch aren't you? Are you that kind of person to cut off someone's words?

The King's teeth sipped onto the bottom lip. Turning his head for the young man, ignoring the dense attitude of Sir Akali, a chief archer who's titled to be a part of a royal army is not anywhere near a royal way of thinking.

King Webster: Sheriff, what do we expect on your report?

Sheriff Navareth: He...Lord Jarvis commanded us to follow their trail.

Not a single motion and emotion, King Webster threw himself back in his seat, reclaiming his thoughts. Dripping with perspiration, he said, same as his drifting confident hands laying waste above the belt, he was nervous. It have gotten much better if he must know more about the hidden reports inside his mouth, but perhaps the night can't contain the weakness that's already been consumed.

It have gotten much better if he must know more about the hidden reports inside his mouth, but perhaps the night can't contain the weakness that's already been consumed [https://img.wattpad.com/e0051eb0863d0c71cc68425a5210fc3b43dc38c2/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f70336e483269546b3067345855413d3d2d313131303331323430302e3136393834646164626232343235343535333336363338333337352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

King Webster: I remember heard that they got much gold aren't they?

The King talking to Sir Akali within a sharply pointed tone at the time he's eating. The King does not seem to see his image same as it was before.

Sir Akali: Yes your grace.

King Webster: At what place did you stop?

Sir Akali: Before Andanine.

There was nothing but the Sheriff noisy eating and drinking after his statement, Ravina never ate a single thing come into possession of drawing the attention to the Lady.

King Webster: I know it's late but if I must command it, follow it. Go ahead and eat.

It was never a struggle, she obeyed the king and indulge in the sweet juice from the meat itself. They did what the king said and slew the smoking Turkey in front of them, gulping the glass they had on their hand, no more stew by that time. Silence folded, the sound of water gushing can be heard below while they eat. Hungry, they never ate despite much food preserved earlier on the golden wagon where they once trip onto. Locking the council standing at the vanguard, swerving trees and towers' summit by winds of night beyond the windows, throwing shadows to the floor, not for long they eat still.

What do we need to do? Granted, halted hence thou devour.

King Webster: We need to do something, something that may shed one's blood, ours, or them. Bring me an empty note. Lady Ravina as one of the counsels, take the ink and quill and write what I told you. Great Hall should be tomorrow.

He said while he chew. All of a sudden, the King with his pale eyes recast like a heat of chaos had blinking on his mind, an intention to bring one's life to risk. Snapped by two, soldier of the king's guard, Ragarik Ranel of the Castle Summitseye, up to this time truehearted on his heavy armor. Steady phase he brought one to him, laying it flat on the Throne room lone table. Lady Ravina on her humbleness accepted a simple order from the King, his words.

'By the grace of the King of Orbitaris, Webster Klanel of Summitseye, taken an account by which included, Lady Ravina of the Grand Council, Lord Jarvis Gloregon, a Baron, Sir Akali of the Arrows, and Navareth the Sheriff [https://img.wattpad.com/03e4ab6b3b0753f6bfe3c2d964126821010e199d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f466b636b4b47636b5a5f4a3679413d3d2d313131303331323430302e313639383464623532346365366663333236393930353131383830312e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

'By the grace of the King of Orbitaris, Webster Klanel of Summitseye, taken an account by which included, Lady Ravina of the Grand Council, Lord Jarvis Gloregon, a Baron, Sir Akali of the Arrows, and Navareth the Sheriff.

The great high force we command you to set sail on the island by which the rivals have partaken. Fear shall be hidden on the sleeves, roar your might and gather everything your forces can bring to. Men and Women-of-arms, thus far equipped by strength and spirit of the knights and archers open to die. We will bring back what's ours in a blink of an eye.

May the prudent prosperity of your assumption be the strength of you forever.'

King Webster: Put my name at the bottom, and hand me the letter.

'Webster Klanel' and signed above the line of assurance, an acceptance of one's untouchable request. Waxed on a candle with a seal of a lion. Standing up of the seats as he commanded onto a sign of his hand.

King Webster: Sir Akali before you step foot to the barracks. Hand this to a messenger by a flight from here to the soldiers of The Front. Thereby the castle has carrier pigeons, which cost more but they know where shit will take.

Before they left, Lady Ravina of the Counsel remains. Lord Jarvis gave her the Letter of the Inspector, taking charge of the law is one of her duty on hand.

Lady Ravina: Your grace, a letter from the inspector.

King Webster: Inspector who?

Lady Ravina: We didn't check.

King Webster: Leave it to Akali, I don't have time for that. Tell them to sleep along with the Great Castle or wherever the fuck you want after giving it to the Pigeons. Go.

Lady Ravina bowed in favor of the typical kingdom eminence in the fact that the aroma of the wine on the King's wine suddenly turned pale, the smell of discourtesy. Throne Castle's empty by midnight. There got another checked and signed paper to collect. To signify an important quest upon date of successful accordance with the orders, but he chose not to touch the letter he was being given, and just let the wine drown him by his negligence.