It was difficult to tell, but thankfully – as far as Edward was concerned – that nobleman was the only man foolish enough to try Kaya's patience. They could tell that they had almost reached their destination from the level of the voices that were speaking on the floor above them. For miles around, those people, in that room, might have been the only ones that dared to speak levelly, without a whisper to dampen their tones.
"You," Kaya said, turning around. "Why are you standing still? Do you not have a message for my King?"
Edward said nothing. The gravity that had pulled him here became overwhelming. No longer did it pull him forth, it rooted him in place. That sense that he'd had that he was walking into a dragon's den was amplified tenfold. He was right here now, right at the foot of that dragon. It was as large as the horizon, and could gobble him up on the slightest whim. He had the very real feeling, that in any instant, on the slightest whim, he could die here.
