They were all present, all members of his war council in the grand hall.
Casimir was about to discuss his plan and point of attack when he felt a gentle tug in his chest. Like someone were pulling an invisible thread from him.
There was murmuring and arguing as different members expressed their views, with all the noise Casimir found it hard to concentrate.
"Get out now all of you," he growled. As he placed his hand on his chest.
"My king, are you alright...." one of the council members asked.
"Get out!" He raged as his voice thundered across the grand hall like a storm piercing its way across the sky.
Everyone rushed out as boots hit the marble floors and no one looked back. His loyal guards abandoned their posts not daring to question him.
He finally stood alone breathing in, his eyes blazing gold in the reflection of the tall glass windows.
Then he heard it, it was faint, fragile like a ghost of her voice brushing against his mind and soul.
