Shazer's commanding voice reverberated throughout the room, resonating off the walls as he strode in with three concubines at his side. His flowing blonde hair cascaded behind him like a veil, adding to his imposing presence.
The Archbishop, Samuel, and the Priest, Lennard, immediately dropped to their knees as a sign of utmost reverence for Shazer. They believed him to be their God, the divine figure sent by the heavens above. His authority over them was unwavering, and they held him in the highest regard.
As Shazer settled onto his throne, the anger in the air was palpable. Lennard, recognizing the perilous situation, spoke up, “Your Highness...”
The throbbing silence was broken by Lennard's voice as he addressed Shazer. His words were weighed with deference and careful consideration as he approached Shazer's feet.
The unmistakable anger in Shazer's eyes was a sign that they had trespassed upon his precious moments of solitude—the only time he allowed himself, as he was being groomed to ascend to the throne in place of his brother, Cazmus.
With a somber tone, Lennard continued, “It is about Xynnar, Your Majesty. A devastating fire ravaged the area, claiming the lives of fifty residents—”
“Why does this concern me?”
Interrupting Lennard, Shazer leaned forward, resting his cheek against his fist as he glared down at the two elderly men.
Their unwavering eye contact with the marble floor was a testament to their profound respect. Before Lennard could say another word, Samuel finally found the courage to speak up.
"The remaining townsfolk believed that the devastating fires were planned arson. It occurred around dusk when three unfamiliar men wandered the town. Shortly after, homes were set ablaze, leaving only one untouched - an inn where a young woman resided. Rumors spread that she was a witch."
Shazer's brow arched as he slightly sat up, pondering the situation. He knew of every witch in the realm, or so he believed, and those unidentified were likely against him for not revealing themselves, so they were sent to burn alive in the center of the Dramér town, in front of the sacred temple, for all to witness.
“Send your men, and kill her, if this happens again, Lennard, Samuel, you two will be stripped of your titles, your families shall suffer,"
Shazer bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. His eyes bore into Lennard and Samuel, filled with a cold anger. It was known to all that Shazer was a cruel being; even the slightest mishaps would incur severe consequences.
It was a twisted and unjust system, where the innocent would pay for another's actions. Despite this, they all still worshiped him, bound by fear and reverence.
“It shan't…your highness…however, may I ask if you've heard anything from Lord Cazmus-”
“How dare you speak that foolish bastards name in my presence!”
Shazer roared as he jolted from his throne, his blood boiling with anger.
Even his name ticked Shazer off, his eye twitched as he felt a painful throb in his head. Shazer clutched his head, attempting to console himself. This effect Cazmus had over him. It was infuriating.
It drove him insane. His glare on Lennard hardened.
“I apologize, your highness, but when my men inspected the area, they came back sick, there was an unmistakable sense of power that had been used, a power only Caz–”
“Lennard.” Samuel interrupted before he could go any further.
Lennard swallowed hardly and bowed. “He is suspected to be there as well.”
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Bound To Cazmus
Romance! Trigger Warning, this book contains dark themes.! . . . In a realm teeming with fantastical beings, a rare and fearsome race known as Dramérs, which combined the bloodlines of demons and vampires, roamed the lands. The Dramérs were in a perpetual...
