The King of Durn's face falls as he bows his head in acceptance, as the guards took him away from the throne room. All Zianro could do is heave a large sigh. "That isn't going to end well. We may be dealing with someone who really hates Zankor or your Family." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had a feeling there was more then just Mary wanting to keep everyone out of the way for the possible war with Beracia and its current King.<br/><br/>However, this Regent Lord of Durn worried him. Who or what was this person? This worry plagued him at the pit of his stomach. Which actually started to growl at that exact moment.<span style="font-style: italic">"Fine time to be hungry."</span>he thought to himself in a scolding manner.