"Kneel before your King!"
Belladonna's command hung in the air, echoing off the stone walls of the cavernous hall.
But what followed was not roars of cheers. Instead the hall was filled with silence. Absolute, suffocating silence.
Hundreds of bandits stared at the Belladonna. They looked at their terrifying Queen, who was standing a step below their so called New King.
They felt their stomachs churn. They were a pack of wolves. They didn't kneel to a sheep just because the Alpha said so. They respected blood and strength.
SCRAPE!
The sound of a heavy wooden chair being shoved back broke the silence of the hall..
Near the middle tables, a mountain of muscle stood up.
He was a massive nearly seven feet tall brute. His skin was sickly green scarred with white lines along his body. Two yellowed tusks jutted from his lower jaw, piercing his lip. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, covered in tattoos and thick, wiry hair.
