The shadowland kingdom has been a prosperous land for many centuries. It has a wealth of traders and markets and farmers and forgers, It's people get along well and they work hard within their daily lives. Queen Lizzie is known to be a kind person. Her leadership is a beacon of hope to all her people. Her people we happy. And Lizzie was happy for it to stay that way. Until-
"MY QUEEN- YOUR HIGHNESS- THERE'S-" shouted a panting Ren, who had seemingly come running to find his queen. He leaned against the tall marble doorway and caught his breath, gasping for air. (Lizzie made a mental note to remind him to exercise if a little running had him this worked up..)
"Come, sit with me." She gestured to a seat opposite her at a small table upon the balcony they both stood on. It overlooked the lush forests and frothing rivers of her kingdom and was often a place she came to when craving a moment of quiet. "As you know, this place is meant for relaxation. Do you care to explain why you've come in huffing and puffing like so?"
Ren slowly and tiredly made his way over to the table, sitting across from his queen. He tried his best to look presentable, fixing his neckerchief and adjusting his glasses. "My lady, the shadowiest of queens.. There's a problem of the utmost importance you must know of post-haste."
She raised an eyebrow. It must be something bad if Ren had come running like this.. "Alright, go on. What is this problem?"
Ren looked at her, his face painted with worry. "One of our people, a farmer from the southern village, has been slain."
That wasn't good. It was never nice to hear one of her people had lost their lives, and in the southland no less, that village was a mostly peaceful place.. How could someone have been killed there? "Is this not a matter to take to the guards? I'm sure the chief knight would solve this quite efficiently."
"I've spoken to Sir Bigb, Milady. He set out with a platoon immediately." The brunette nodded.
That certainly was odd. This whole thing was starting to feel slightly fishy. "How strange. Why would Bigb go in person himself?" She stood and paced back and forth on the balcony, feeling herself become more lost in thought. Before she could get too lost, however, a lower ranking knight came barrelling outside onto the balcony to meet them. Quite similarly to Ren's entrance prior, the knight was huffing and seemed to have been in quite the rush.
"Your highness!! The southland murder- It wasn't murder!"
She felt all her tension disappear. Thank goodness she didn't have to send her dear knightly friends out to hunt down a murderer. That was such a relief.
"Lovely, I will resume my relaxing afternoon then. I wish this farmer's family my sincerest condolences for their loss."
The knight shifted on the spot, with a large gulp he spoke up.
"No, M-Ma'am. It wasn't murder. It wasn't a murder because that man was.. Was maimed. Maimed by a werewolf."
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