As Calix Belmore sat upon his grand throne in the cavernous great hall, an air of boredom permeated the atmosphere. His gaze wandered idly until the heavy doors swung open, admitting a group of guards escorting a young girl clad in a pristine white robe. With rough hands, they shoved her forward, placing her before the dais where Calix presided."She was wandering around at the border, sire, and she acted suspiciously," one of the guards explained, their voice echoing through the vast chamber.Calix arched an eyebrow, his annoyance evident as he regarded the girl before him. "Hmm... so why exactly did you come back here?" he inquired, his tone tinged with irritation as he cast a disdainful glance in her direction.The other guard shifted nervously, scrambling to provide an explanation. "Ah, sire... I thought we should capture anyone who tries to leave or get into the lands," they stammered, their voice faltering under Calix's piercing gaze.With a dismissive wave of his hand, Calix gestured for them to take the girl away, his curiosity piqued but his boredom still lingering. "Very well, take her to the dungeons for further questioning," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative as he settled back into his throne, already contemplating the next move in his intricate game of power.