Cyrus and the Emperor sat together at a table, situated at the far end of the long throne room. It was close to the large windows at the side, and Cyrus's wild imagination made him think the Emperor was just one move away from pushing him through it so he would fall to his death.
A cup of wine was served before the both of them. It was almost evening, making it a while since Cyrus had come to the Midlands. And in less than a day, he was at his destination, one on one with the Emperor. The Emperor looked a lot different from what Cyrus had envisioned. Even the sculpted graven images posted at various places on his way here almost looked nothing like the person sitting before him now. Athanasius looked a lot younger than he had imagined, without the ever-present scowl or form of wrinkles on the edges of his mouth as depicted in the various art forms. The Emperor sitting before him didn't look like he was up to five years older than Cy
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King of Griffindale Chapter 86 - A Child After His Mother's Heart
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King of Griffindale Chapter 88 - Welcome to the Dragon Slayers
“Alright, get up”, Stephen yelled out loud as all the youths down below got up sluggishly, with almost every muscle of their body aching terribly while they did so. “Now it's time for the sacred part of the martial art - The art of breathing fire”, Stephen said, and all the students below murmured among themselves. “Is this a joke?” “How on earth are we supposed to do that?” “We can barely even do the choreography without missing some steps, now he expects us to become professionals all of a sudden?” Stephen took note of their grumbling and to bring an end to it, he hit his cane on a rock. It made a sharp, loud sound that reverberated around the cave. The sound was so sharp that it caused everyone in the cave to fall silent, including those spectating the event. “You all have absorbed the power of all the dragon eggs we have gathered. That magic has grown deep inside of you for years
King of Griffindale Chapter 89 - On the Run
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King of Griffindale Chapter 91 - More than Expected
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King of Griffindale Chapter 92 - Two Dragons, One Blast
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