Literature
The Knight's Daughter: Chapter Five.
Lord William Yura paced furiously across the darkened halls of his large manor. The sinking sun had long left the windows, robing his chambers in shadow, the blackness of the air matching the blackness of his soul.
The flickering fireplace did little to illuminate the dim walls, only succeeding in making the rooms seem even more gloomy.
Lord Yura paid no attention whatsoever to the state of the world around him, however.
He was wrapped up in his own mind, deep within the folds of a plan. A plan that he thought would put him in a place of ultimate power. He rubbed the day old stubble covering his pointed chin, grinning to himself and mutterin