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