Chapter 7

Within the dark eerie throne room, Arnea slowly opened her eyes and sat up. A wave of dizziness quickly passed through her as she held her head. Suddenly she felt something wrong as she quickly got down from the altar.

'Where?' Arnea looked around at the gigantic silent room.

A row of lit candles lined the side of room, with the flames dancing along with the small gust of wind which blew throughout. Two gigantic black doors were shut tightly as she walked towards it. Reaching out her hand, she firmly placed her hand onto the door and pushed.

Creaking loudly, the door slowly opened and Arnea peaked out the door. Seeing no one within the hallway, Arnea quietly slipped out and wondered around, taking long looks at the pictures framed along the walls. As she walked further through the hallway, distant laughter and chatter could be heard nearing closer. Taking a quick look around, Arnea ran into the closest room in an attempt to hide.

Taking a deep breath, she stood behind the door as she waited for the voices to pass.

'Mr Larik, you must be really tired, why don't you go rest for a bit?' A female voice sounded out, as multiple other voices could be heard agreeing.

'No, ladies, His Majesty needs my attention right now,' Larik replied, 'Seems like this is my stop, I will see you ladies soon.'

Larik's voice stopped in front of the door Arnea hid.

Arnea quickly felt her heart thumping through her chest as she frantically looked around the room before hiding inside the inconspicuous wardrobe, tucked into the corner of the room. Just as she hid, she heard three knocks on the chamber door as it was pushed open.

A gentleman looking butler walked into the room. Glancing on his head, Arnea noticed two clearly visible horns protruding from his head. Placing both her hand on her mouth, she continued to peer out the small creaks from within the wardrobe, begging the thumping of her heart to quiet down.

Larik slowly walked towards the bed as he deeply bowed his head. As Arnea wondered who Larik was bowing to, she noticed a soft movement from the bed as a figure slowly sat up.

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Author's Note

Heyo

So I found this chapter I wrote a while ago laying around and realised I haven't published it. I've been contemplating on whether or not I should continue this story, cause I thinks it's quite cliche with the whole Demon King and Hero scenario. I've been playing around quite a few different storylines and plots and was debating on giving up on this to add it to my name pile of incomplete stuff.

Anyway. Enjoy your day.

Peace Out.