The thatched dilapidated cottage that leaned wearily by the clearing at the center of the vast woody expanse was filled with palapable tension. Inside, five moving figures could be found. The first noticable one was a tall and handsome, dark-haired man with such a stature that he’s easily recognizable as someone who held power. His striking golden eyes gazed sharply at the door before him and with folded arms, his stance never once wavered. Next to him was his most trusted right-hand man, Lucien. Though also standing firm and motionless his worried eyes and creased forehead reflected the emotions he was trying to hide. His eyes flicked back and forth between his lord and the closed door that led to the only room in the house where the other occupants were. Every now and then, he would distractedly run a leather-gloved hand halfway across his blond hair and withdraw it suddenly as if he was not sure of his actions.
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