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Watching the battle was ￼invigorating, Feyre felt goosebumps starting to crawl beneath her skin at every punch and blow of their weapons. There were times where she wanted to look away, wanted to yell for help... But her body was locked in the same position. Eyes glued on such violent acts. 

When Alyus landed a fatal blow that knocked Ishmael's sword from him, the human gasped in fear. It was as if the King barely moved a muscle to win this fight; something truly terrifying to any enemy of his. When Alyus spoke out, she noticed one of the guards step forward. His paws somewhat trembling in fear for the black bear. It was when he spoke that she realized this was his father. They all... Seemed so close. This was a family, and the king... He had no remorse for them. 

Gripping the magic book tighter in her arms, Feyre felt an awful gut feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure if she could handle even being here to watch the rest of it. So, ever so slowly, Feyre started to slowly back away from the door. The stiff feeling in her legs subsiding with each step.
King Alyus Archaius
Had Alyus known Feyre was watching, he would have surely done this in a more private setting. Amongst shapeshifters, at least in Gantrick under Alyus's rule and the Archaius family rule for centuries, executions were carried out in the throne room. However, they were always more.. Personal. Alyus allowed Ishmael's father to say his final peace before he dropped his own weapon with a clatter to the floor. Currently, Alyus was only half-shifted, so he still retained some human aspects. But suddenly, he fell on all fours and all human traits were removed from his body.

"May Alintha, light your path."

A loud growl rumbled from Alyus's chest before he lunged forward, his massive paws gripping and digging into Ishmael's shoulders. He opened his massive jaw, clamping it around the black bear's throat. There was a loud crack and a twist of the head, and suddenly, Ishmael went limp. Alyus pulled hard, and a chunk of the bear's throat came out with it. Alyus dropped the bloody chunk of flesh to the floor before ruffling his fur. He turned his head, his eyes dilated and almost completely animal like.

"Clean up this mess. I have things to do."

Alyus then began to walk, still on all fours to the doors where Feyre was hidden. His maw was dripping with blood and gaping open, almost as if the taste was unbearable.
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Feyre watched on in her hypnotic like state when she saw Alyus shift back into that large bear like state. She wasn't sure just what was happening but, her gut twisted as he drew closer to Ishmael. It was then that she realized this was definitely not something she should be here to see, for when the Kings large roar spread out from his mouth, she turned away.

The sound, however... There was no denying what was happening. The *Sound* Was horrifying. The wet crunch of bones and insides made poor Feyre scream out in an uncontrollable sob that could be heard a mile away. She quickly covered her mouth however, dropping the heavy book onto the ground with a loud and echoing **Thud**.

Every bone in her body began to shake violently, as if she were going to fall apart. The adrenaline within the pure blood started racing so fast, Feyre felt she would pass out. But knowing now that the King and his men most likely knew she was there, caused her to act quickly. The human turned on her feet— nearly falling in the process— and took off down the long narrow halls, her dress flashing ever so slightly in the door way.

Feyre's intrusive thoughts got the better of her as she desperately started to look for an exit. She was petrified. Was she going to die here? Was this her purpose? 

With no idea where she was headed, Feyre raced the halls until she found an opening. Running desperately into the  .
King Alyus Archaius
Alyus eyes widened as a shrill scream filled his ears from the same direction he was walking. He then caught a flash of a familiar dress. He lowered his head slightly his ears falling back on his head for a moment. Forgetting he was still covered in blood, the King took off after the human. For one, she was most likely going to get lost or try and escape, and for two, he needed to.. Explain.

"F.. Feyre!"

Alyus slid through the doors and caught Feyre running down the halls, *Directly to the staircase that led into the undercroft.* Alyus's eyes widened as he let out an angry growl.

"DON'T GO IN THERE, HUMAN!"

Alyus then broke into a full sprint on all fours after the girl, his mouth still dripping with blood as he did so. He eventually made his way to the staircase, and descended down into the