"I have a message for you, Lady Drishti."
"Tell me," Slowly rising from her bed, taking calculated and elegant steps toward her throne as she passed beside the kneeling man.
Already aware of the change in the body language of her subjects, an obvious one, she observed.
His whole body was trembling, clearly affected by some trauma, yet he was present here to deliver a message from someone he was eager to kill.
'Hope, it should be something interesting,' She had given more than ten hours of her time just to see some satisfactory results, postponing her curiosity about learning that lost language.
"Here," the kneeling man said, with trembling hands, a result of the torment, as he stretched his palm with a small orb on it, carrying a voice message for the woman now seated lazily on the regal throne.
The whole room's interior was black, with her throne much darker than it, adorned with several treasures lying around the place.