The doors of the throne room swung open with a deep groan, their engraved surfaces gleaming faintly in the torchlight.
Osiris Lawless stepped inside with the heavy gait of a man who thought he could do no wrong.
His red cloak trailed behind him like spilled blood on the white stone floor.
The hall was almost empty, except for two men. The King of Camelot, Cillian, seated upon his high throne with a face that looked like it had been carved of cold marble, and High Magus Edric, standing silently at the king's right.
Osiris advanced halfway across the polished floor before dropping to one knee. "Your Majesty."
Cillian did not answer at once. His eyes were icy, locked on the man kneeling before him. When his voice finally cut through the silence, it was chilly enough to elicit a shiver.
"Osiris Lawless. You kept an academy student in chains for three months. Explain to me why."
