Book Eight: Chapter 148

As the nobility in the room were pressed against the walls and trapped, the king rose from his throne and drew his blade. The queen was escorted toward the back of the room where they attempted to flee through a secret exit. They were met by a pair of warriors who chased them back inside.

“Who dares to take Camelot?” shouted the unknown king. His honor guard rallied around him, ready to attack.

A large man wearing midnight armor walked into the room and laughed. He didn’t respond to the king’s question, instead barking orders in a language that only his people knew. Nyx scrunched up her face. Was that Greek? Or Roman? Languages were hard, especially when people were just making up sounds all the time that meant things.

“Your King commands you to answer!” shouted a brave warrior. The newcomer stepped forward and slapped the man aside hard enough that he crumpled to the ground.

“This place may be Camelot,” said the black knight. “But you are not its king.”