Bloody Rain
Louis was not having a good time.
He had, unfortunately, landed himself inside of a dungeon by mistake.
He was inside a castle, but to describe it as a castle would be inaccurate.
The palace was black, with lines of rainbow and white color spreading around it.
It was as if they mixed the castle and European aesthetic with neon.
Right now, he was in the middle of what he enjoyed the least in the world.
A political battle for the crown.
What he had to do, or who he had to fight, was hard to understand. They were described as something evil, but an accurate description was never given. They were, after all, nobles who had never seen such a thing.
The throne room was in chaos.
Everyone was shouting and debating with each other.
He went towards one of the windows and stared at the terrible rain outside.
Blood was coming from the sky, raining upon the kingdom in waves and waves.
A soldier breached the doors.