Frost Crystal Royal City, Royal Palace.
In the dimly lit bedroom, the candle flickered as the King half-lay on the lavish bed, and by his bedside stood a handsome middle-aged man with white hair, silently.
The Silverwing Duke looked at the frail King, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, lightly tapping.
After waiting for a moment and still not being noticed, he took the initiative to speak.
"Your Majesty."
"...Hmm?"
In his sleep, the King gradually woke up, slowly opening his eyes and glancing to the side.
His yellowed eyes focused for a moment, failing to see the visitor's gaze clearly for quite a while, instinctively asking, "Is it Adrian?"
Seeing his haggard appearance, the Silverwing Duke's expression did not change, but his hand on the sword hilt suddenly tightened.
Before seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't possibly imagine that the proud and powerful King from the past would end up in such a state.
