As we got got closer to the king's Chambers the coughing became even louder, so loud that I couldn't help but wonder how the king was still conscious, heck I'd be passed out by now if I were in his shoes.
Kalain quickened his pace and I tried to keep up, when we finally hurried into the room I was almost breathless, my breath hitched once my gaze fell on King Layne, a once white shirt he wore had patches of blood on the front, blood was smeared on the corners of his lips, the deep red color constrasting sharply with his now paled skin.
Sunken eyes flickered to us momentarily before he averted his gaze from us, Prince Everest held unto him keeping him from slumping against the pillows while Emreth raised a golden goblet to his lips carefully.
It seemed Kalain was every bit as horrified a
