Writer’s pov

9:45pm…!

He laughs as he studies the glass of beer he’s holding.. he turns to the seer.

“How do you think they’re taking my surprise now?”

Right now, they’re at the seer’s living room.

He pause and takes a sip from the beer.. ravishing the taste in his tongue.

“Do you think they’re panicking now? Do you think they’re scared?” He asked.

“I don’t know, your highness!”

He slams the glass on the table and have the seer’s neck in a tight grip… Making him choke.

“It’s majesty!” He growls.

The seer tries to remove his hand but it only make his grip tightens more… the seer’s feet...