Tension hovered in the land since the departure of the second prince, and within the court of ministers, a rising rebellion against the consort was slowly taking root. Duke Frank was keeping the peace, but it wasn't for long, not when black magic was the order of the day.
As the sun rose on that present day, Elias woke up with a sudden heaviness on his chest. Rowan's condition had not improved; he looked like one with death knocking at his door.
Damon had to return to the rogue land, as his presence was causing more harm than good, and little Prince Lior was well cared for by his uncle Kallin. Only then could Elias let his guard down.
Elias had just gotten out of the bathroom when Cyrus suddenly rushed toward the king. His hands were trembling, and his eyes rolled back.
"Rowan!" Elias panicked as he dropped the towel he was using to dry his hair and dashed toward the man on the bed.
"What's happening to him?" Elias demanded, but Cyrus wore a long face.
