Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191029114843/@comment-5543592-20191030022933

A chill shot through Nyasia. The kind which finds you in the middle of the night, when the lights are out, and strange, unfamiliar noises are in the hall beyond the door. When you feel eyes in the dark and are convinced their is a form leering over you.

"I have a question, mother." Nyasia said in a small voice. "If I am to be crowned, what does this mean for grandfather?"