Chapter 2: The bountiful forest
Little author note: If you're reading this, then that means you've made it past the prologue which I'm so grateful for! I'm writing this note just as a disclaimer, but it's really important that you read the prologue to understand things a little more clearly before diving into this story. If you already have, great! If you haven't, please do (trust me it's really important). Anyway that's all from me, please enjoy~
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Anemone hurried down the long corridors leading to the King's chambers, a sense of unease settling over him. He had just received urgent news and couldn't believe he had to deliver it now, especially after the King had already sequestered himself in his room following a long day of meetings.
Normally, Anemone would have waited until the next day, but the nature of the news couldn't afford to be delayed. It had the potential to escalate into serious trouble, so he had no choice but to seek an audience with Ceremus.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked and waited for a response. As he stood there, he hoped the King was in a better mood than usual. When he was granted permission to enter, Anemone stepped cautiously inside, scanning the room for signs of Ceremus' temperament. If the King was at his desk, it meant a foul mood, and any hope of a civil conversation would be futile. If Ceremus stood by the balcony, it meant his mood was murderous, and approaching him could prove deadly. But if he was lounging on his bed with a book, it usually signaled he'd just returned from one of his dalliances—meaning he might actually be willing to listen to reason, at least somewhat.
A sigh of relief escaped Anemone when he saw the King lying on his bed, book in hand. It meant he would likely be open to hearing his report.
Ceremus gave his advisor a brief, uninterested glance before resuming his reading. "What is it now, Anemone?" His tone was flat.
"Apologies for disturbing you, Your Majesty, but I bring urgent news," Anemone replied.
Ceremus sighed, clearly irritated. "What now?"