August opened the door of his mother's room with a loud bang, only to find Alastair trying to help Cyrus, who was having a hard time standing up. He was thunderstruck, feeling like his legs were glued to the floor. He knew his mother could be the most brutal woman when it came to the matter of the well being of Wrisian, but he didn't expect her to punish the wizard like that.
"Your Majesty, I am alright," Cyrus said, trying to stand up.
His words pulled the archduke out of his daze. He rushed to his best friend's side, pushing the emperor.
"August?" The Emperor muttered, astounded by his brother's behavior.
"Does it hurt too much?" August asked, helping his friend to stand up slowly.
"A little bit," Cyrus stretched his lips into a small, I am fine smile.
"Can you walk?" The ar
