Eryx stalks through the night, hiding in his shadows as he's on an important mission. The king himself pronounced the importance and difficulty. Kill the Grand Duke of the East, he's a traitor to the kingdom. He moves through the gates, gliding past the guards. His pace is quick and efficient, and soon he stands in front of the grand royal bedroom. Someone's in there. The King, hopefully. He prepares to dash in as he suddenly feels something snap in him. Like a string tugging at his heart, pulling him.