King Oscar Julianus
The tension in the air was suffocating as Oscar sat at the head of the long, stone table in his private council chamber, frustrated. The usual grandeur of the castle seemed to have dimmed in light of the recent events. His mind raced as he studied the scattered documents and reports that detailed the task at hand.
Whispers of rebellion. Talk of poisons. Secrets buried deep in the shadows. Oscar knew something darker was at work within his kingdom. The attempted poisoning of his Queen had been the first sign, but now, the threads of conspiracy were tightening around his rule. And m*rder.
The Black Veil- a name Uncle Seth claimed to have not heard in nearly a century, had resurfaced.
A subtle shift in the air told Oscar that he would soon not be alone, but without
