Since sending his gift to Laina, Dante found himself restless. He ate little and slept even less. Rumors started to spread that the Dragon King was ill or he might be poisoned.
But none of it could be further from the truth. Marius, on the other hand, knew too well what his King was inflicted with. But he knew Dante would never admit it.
The liquor he usually drank to help him sleep was no longer working. The splitting headache that came afterward was even worse. A knock on the door pulled Marius out of his thoughts as he went to open the door.
A messenger had arrived.
"What is it, the King is…" Marius paused. He could smell a familiar scent lingering around the messenger.
Dante sensed it too. He walked over to the door. Seeing the Dragon King up close, the messenger cowered and shivered in fear. He immediately got onto his knee and kept his eyes on the ground. Dante looked down at him.
"Is someone here to see me?" He asked.
