A Royal Game

"Rihro!" Relief washed over her at the sight of Rihro.

But he was not alone.

He was carrying someone atop his shoulders.

Someone taller than him.

Someone like Tryphon.

Without giving Iris an answer, he dragged his feet into the room.

"Lock the door," He said with such urgency and she reacted in haste.

She made her way towards the bed where he now put a Tryphon.

The man looked dead.

His skin was pale and his eyes looked like they had shut forever.

Even in death, he did not hesitate to serve looks.

"What happened?" Even she was surprised by the level of worry that laced her tone.

She finally looked at Rihro who was in the state of a person that just exited the battlefield.

This hair was ragged. his clothes, thorn, and cuts and scars were all over his face.

He did not give her an answer.