Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-26288702-20170117050541

Armata:"Get out, all of you. Leave us!"

The guards quickly exit the room at the furious order of their king. Armata slowly rises to his feet and swishes back his hair, before looking at Cyndwella. His eyes are now tired like Emelia's were and sweat drips from his chin. He pants heavily for several minutes, before summoning the strength to speak.

Amrata:"May that girl, find the rest she needs. I'd be content dying now, but then I'd be resting and not her..."