Immure By Areejap ♤ Prologue ♤ The clicking of boots against dark glossed floors that echoed around the empty room, the flap of a cape as the whistles of wind flew threw the cracked stained glasses, the crunch of dead leaves under the weight of black boots, and the ringing of bell chimes are all that could be heard along the empty corridors of the abandoned castle. The only light came from dim wax candles, lanterns, and the cracks of the boardered up windows.The darkness added to the eerie aura that filled the room as the knight walked further allowing, his candle to blow out from the harsh wind.The light from the cracks shun down onto 3 chairs of emaculate design; The only furniture in the room. The biggest of the three thrones was one covered in glass shards and sword metal and sat directly in the center of the area upon the top of a set of steps. The second a little farther behind the biggest to the right, adjacent to the third on the left side, filled with bones of the decreased.The third was on th left of the biggest and filled of gold and smelted together minerals. Dark, steely eyes, the color of onyx, surveyed the pale, distraught expression of the knight that holding a candleholder and letter, his eyes down casted towards the steps and palms shaking. The knight contemplated on whether to stay towards the bottom or ascend the steps with the possibility of crushing the skulls that adorned them.He kept his eyes low away from his masters eyes focusing on their clothing. His main master had dark onyx eyes to match his hair.His suit was a dark blue with a silk under shirt his legs relaxed as he leaned back dominately against the rough edges of his thrones glass and steel pieces. The other on the right, his suit a deep burgundy velvet to match the color change in his eyes, blond hair that was almost silver, his legs crossed in irritation of a long day. The one on the left, a simple black with white undershirt in contrast to his yellow like hair, his eyes he could feel piercing down at him.The dark eyes of his main master pierced down at the knight who radiated fear through his armor. This way, he silently willed, and at his wordless command the man looked up to gaze upon him.He slowly lifted his foot careful to not knock over any bones as he continued towards his masters.He kneeled down until he bowed lowly to the ground. “Your Majesties.”He whispered. To any ordinary and untrained ears one might have missed the statement, but their unearthly hearing caused their eyes to perk up at the sound of a voice.The man raised up his arm allowing his master to grab the note from his trembling palm.Oh but, this was not just a plain letter from a small knight who needed aid or wanted to appraise his king. This was an invitation. ♧ A shimmer of gold wrapped itself around the waist of a small framed child.She was no bigger than any other young child in Gal, Her feet bare carried her as she scurried along the grand white halls of the palace following the distinct laughter of her father. Peaking her head out from behind the pillar, her eyes laid upon a group