<strong>King Leomedes<br/>Courtyard</strong><br/><br/>The king softly purred, feeling Servallatrix’s fingers combing through his crimson mane, and as she sang, he tried to clear his mind. He didn’t want to think about the banquet, the ceremony, and the numerous papers he’d have to sign. He didn’t want to think about his children, his deceased wife, or even himself. He was practicing the trick Cougan had taught him about meditation. As he slowly faded from thought, Servallatrix’s voice became ever softer.<br/><br/>There was then an approaching clatter of what could only be armor. The weighted steps of a running soldier brought the king out of his concentration as his eyes opened and he sat up as the soldier dropped to one knee before him. The soldier’s head was bowed and he heavily panted in his exhaustion.<br/><br/>“Your Majesty, a cleric has brought news to me of the prince and princess. They may be in grave danger,” the soldier urgently reported.<br/><br/>“What?” the king growled. “I just saw them not long ago!”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Sire.”<br/><br/>King Leomedes rose to his feet and took five steps away from the blanket and the kneeling soldier. He reached for the Sword of Omen at his hip, drawing it from its gauntlet and bringing it before his eyes.<br/><br/>“Sword of Omen, give me sight beyond sight!” commanded the king.<br/><br/>The hand guards mysteriously curled before his eyes and the king became overwhelmed with a mystic power that knew his will and desire. The king could see into a dark place. As he looked further, there was the golden glow of torchlight, and then several cloaked individuals that made the king’s mane flare in disturbance. His heart began beating rapidly the fearful he became. When Leona was seen next standing nude and angry amongst them and Leonaar upon an altar with a knife to his throat, the king unleashed a ferocious roar and tore his eyes away from the sight. The sword was dropped to the ground, embedding itself in the earth and the king’s arms folded about his head.<br/><br/>The soldier stood in concern, fearing what the king might have seen. He held out a reluctant and timid paw to him.<br/><br/>“My king?”<br/><br/>The king lowered his arms as low, frightening rumbles escaped his craggy teeth. The soldier retracted his hand and stepped back. The king was like a feral beast. Leo snatched up the sword and swiftly stormed out of the courtyard as he headed to the throne room. It wasn’t on his mind at the moment, but he knew he’d have to apologize to Servallatrix for rudely exiting her company.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>King Leomedes<br/>The Throne Room</strong><br/><br/><br/>The servants were relieved to see the king return, but the aura of malice that followed him made them uneasy. The king took a stance in the center of the chamber just before the ring of servants surrounding his chair. He swung his sword:<br/><br/>Thunder!<br/><br/>Thunder!<br/><br/>Thundercats!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>HOOOOOOOO~!</em></span></span><br/><br/>The royal crest flashed in the sky like a blazing red moon.