The throne room wasn't far ahead. The pleasantly unpleasant memory evaporated in a puff of regret.
He kept his hand tensed. Ready to reach up and grab his sword.
No Talons.
Strange...
He shoved against the door. It opened. He sprang in, ready to fight-
The room was empty. Not a soul.
A tumbleweed could've floated by without being out of place.
He furrowed his brow.
A cackle came from behind.
A trap.
This was a trap!
He wheeled around.
A slim frame blocked the doorway.
"Dark Ace. Welcome home."