Cenred frowned; today was not going to be a good day. Reports had come earlier in the morning that knights of Camelot had been sighted crossing the border into Essetir and complaints had been pouring in about the high tax rates. To top it off, when his maidservant brought him his morning meal, she tripped over her own feet and spilled the meal all over him. She began to tremble and cry while he sat in shock as egg and milk ran down his face. Shaking with rage he bellowed at her to leave. She ran quickly away, sobbing. He sat down on his throne and sighed and then sat up, suddenly remembering his sister. "You," he called to a servant standing nearby. He never bothered to learn their names, as a name equaled respect and he had no respect for these low creatures. "Yes, Sire?" the servant hurried over as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him. "Fetch the Lady Kassandrah from her cell," came the order. "Yes, Sire" the servant replied. He turned down a dark corridor to the left and disappeared. Boom boom boom. Someone knocked heavily on the iron barred door. "Enter," Cenred growled annoyed. "Sire," a messenger entered cautiously, dropping down to one knee. "What is it now," the king asked, very agitated. "A visitor, my lord. He wishes to have audience with your majesty" came the reply. Cenred grunted, "Very well, bring him in". He desperately hoped it was not another pitiful citizen complaint. The doors burst open once more and a figure in a suit of armor entered the room with such an air of grandeur that Cenred's first thought was that his guest must be of noble blood. Six armored and heavily armed men followed behind the bold figure. The figure stopped exactly three feet away from the base of Cenred's throne. Cenred, feeling somewhat threatened, grabbed at a hidden knife on the side of his leather hauberk. The figure did nothing to protect itself and Cenred wondered if it even noticed his movement. Suddenly the figure took ahold of its helm and pulled it free, letting long, blonde locks escape and tumble down to mid-breast. Cenred's breath caught in surprise; the figure was a woman! He quickly regained his tough composure. "You may address me, woman" he said sharply nodding towards her. She tossed her hair so that the tips of it brushed Cenred's chin. He shuddered and his heart beat wildly, there was something exquisite about this particular woman. She looked at him with dark, unreadable eyes, "I am Morgause, High Priestess of the Old Religion and I have come to offer you help".