Robert
As the King entered the throne room, it would seem rather empty for someone who had so much to do. As most royalty across Lucidien, Alyus had to deal with the occasional complaints or pleas from his people across Gantrick. Asking for more time to supply certain things to the castle, requesting more guards here, complaining about something there. It was rather dull, as many of the civilians chose not to test the King's patience with such trivial matters. By now, Alyus had changed back to his bear form. He never allowed peasants to see him in his human form, for he felt it showed weakness. The King made his way up the steps to his red and black throne before taking a seat.

Before him was the long blood red carpet that led to the main doors of the throne room. Spread down the carpet was the occasional pair of guards standing on either side of it. There were two more heavily armored guards standing at either side of the king's throne, and they seemed more menacing than any other guard seen in the castle. After a short while, the main doors to the castle opened with a loud rumble. Over the course of little under an hour, Alyus dealt with his people. Nothing very exciting happened, that was until one of the King's guards walked up and whispered something into Alyus's ear. His expression visibly turned sour as he nodded.

Around ten minutes later, a bear was dragged into the throne room from one of the side doors. He was bound in chains that shimmered with a dark purple magic, they were most likely enchanted to prevent them from breaking. It was a shapeshifter no doubt, a black bear with tufts of fur missing and welts on his sides. He walked with a limp, only made worse by the occasional push from the guards escorting him. Eventually, he fell to his knees before the king, and the sound of labored breathing filled the room.

Alyus scratched his chin and tilted his head slightly down at the bear.

He then stood from his throne, but didn't walk down the steps. He instead remained where he was and simply looked down at the pitiful sight of the bear. He then spoke, his voice filling the room.

"Do you know why those chains bind you, Ishmael?"
Charles
"M.. My king ha.. Had I known she was a pure blood I.. I would have never laid my hands let alone my teeth on her."

The whimpers poured from the black bear's lips as he pleaded to his king. Ishmael had served under Alyus for many years, and he hoped and prayed to the Gods above that would be enough to allow his life to be spared. He shuddered slightly, his fur bristling with fear.

"I've served you for many years, my King. I have always been loyal to you and.. And only you."

Ishmael dared not look Alyus in the eyes. He knew he was below the great polar bear king, he knew not to challenge him by keeping eyesight. All he could do was pray. Pray Alyus would spare him.
Robert
Feyre had learned a thing or two about being well, a sneaking type of girl. She learned how to use her surroundings to blend into the background, act quick if she was hightailing others- in this case the king. She had silently followed him through countless halls, round narrow corners, until she had noticed he was turning back into that terrifying four legged beast. 

The human backed up a bit and stayed low, narrowing her eyes to watch him contort and grumble his way into a door that was even Half his bear size. And not soon after, Feyre watched as people of all kinds started to flood into the castle. She listened intently for the first hour, watching how Alyus treated some more portly than others. How his infliction in his tone sometimes never even wavered from the empty, emotional state. Wasn't the purpose of a king to be kind to his people who need it?

Slumped in a crook between walls, unnoticed but still visible to the thrown room, Feyre took a moment to try and figure out just what was this book the King was so upset over. She cradled the large hardcover in her lap, her legs pulled up to her chest even in her dress. The first few pages she had randomly flipped through were odd, but then again so was the book as a whole. Feyre had no recollection on how to read. She was never taught. All she knew was how to run away, steal and survive. So looking at the books many detailed words and instructions made her brain all jumbled.

It wasn't until the sounds of chains clattering around the castle floors that Feyre jerked her attention back towards the throne room. Her eyes couldn't tell which bear to focus on considering there was so much going on, but the first one that caught her eye was indeed the one shackled. He looked to have been beaten; and telling my the Kings disappointed face, this was going to be something.

The little human inched herself towards the doors of the throne room when Alyus's voice spoke life into the air. She kept her book held tightly to her chest however, feeling a sense of dread as if she was not allowed to be here. Watching such a tense moment between the two. Feyre kept hidden however, watching on in anticipation. For she knew this bear in chains. But why did they kept saying pure blood...?