[Fervessence]

From the entrance to the throne room, a pair of armored guards hauled in a disheveled, beaten and battered looking man. He was shackled in chains, and something akin to a makeshift muzzle was placed over his mouth as though he’d been biting and nipping at anyone who came near. Sariel was somewhat small in size, butit could be presumed his demeanor was feisty. Frosty white hair topped his head, soft curls falling around his angular face; it was cut short, but the job looked to have been done rather hastily, as if he hadn’t been the one to chop away at the ends of his hair. Curled ears marked his status as part fae, an uncommon race but not unknown. His pale complexion was offset by the dark bruises scattered across his body, by the faint beginnings of blood trickling from freshly opened wounds.

Sariel struggled and writhed the entire way to the throne, purple eyes glowing fiercely under the light; even after the guards had thrown him down none too lightly to the ground was Sariel turning his head up to the man in power and glaring his way. No words on his part were given but either of the guards would finally speak up after giving their usual bow and salute. “Your Grace, our investigation concluded this fae—“ The last word was spat harshly. “—has been providing paramount information to our neighboring kingdom.” The guard paused to look down at Sariel who hadn’t let up on his glare. “We can schedule a trial, if you’d like. The holding cells have vacancies if you’d so desire to place him there as well.”