"Your Majesty?! Good grief..."

A faint, masculine voice calls out through the forest. You see the man come into view, shivering from the cold as he rides his horse, eventually coming to a stop.

The first royal knight. He was looking for the missing king. You observe silently, your shadowy and demonic figure behind the trees.

Suddenly, his horse sensed you and neighed in fear, bucking him off and galloping off. He looked around confusedly, cursing under his breath.