"What does it mean to be an Umbrawyric King?" White asked, and silence descended around him.
He watched her stir from her seat and turned to the side.
"There would be a throne for the King," she said, pointing a finger toward the side. "It's a head taller than my throne too."
She looked at him then, but quickly noticed there was no visible excitement whatsoever at the mention of that.
"I mean being an Umbrawyric King," he repeated.
She hmmed quietly for a while before, all of a sudden, rose to her feet.
"Abdamus!"
Her call echoed through the throne room, and a second later, the entire hall shook as a massive creature appeared.
It was one of those giant guard Umbrawyrs that had initially led White here.
"Yes, My Queen."
The giant naturally fell onto a single knee.
She stepped forward, her palms landing on his head before she whispered,
"Fetch me a random Umbrawyr."
