บท 105: It Can't Happen

Tyrian scanned the room as he felt his knees almost knocking beneath him. His eyes met the ones of Prince Jaden and the prince shook his head subtly in his direction. Tyrian hated the position he was in and he detested the fact that he was the one who had caused it for himself.

"Come in, Tyrian…" Raymond said. "And come to the front as I would like to ask you some questions…"

The guard who had been speaking to the king – one of the elites – stood with his weapon brandished in his hand watching Tyrian through squinted eyes. It was as if he waited to do something and that thought made Tyrian swallow.

He forced his feet to move in front of each other as he walked to where the king was. It was a strange order the king had just made and that caused Tyrian to break out in sweat even though the place had chilly breeze blowing in from different windows in the palace.

"My King... May you live long..." Tyrian said as he approached the throne.