Monster

The grand hall was ablaze with tension as Jason, a seasoned warrior of the Montero Kingdom, strode in with a detachment of soldiers at his back. The air crackled with anticipation as the assembled nobles and King watched, their eyes fixed on the impending clash. Jason's heart weighed heavy with the burden of his orders, for he knew he had to take Velian's head, yet he harboured a secret that threatened to devour him from within.

The way Jason saw Velian was like a figure of immense knowledge and wisdom, standing tall amidst the sea of expectant gazes.

His eyes glimmered with a mix of defiance and understanding, and a faint smile danced upon his lips. He knew what lay in Jason's heart, aware that the warrior yearned for a different path.

With a voice that carried both conviction and serenity, Velian addressed the crowd, his words slicing through the tense atmosphere.

"Come, Jason, Go for my head," he said, his voice echoing with confidence.