By the time King Theron reached the royal palace, it was already sunrise and servants had started their respective duties for the day. The royal guards had just changed shifts, and the knights were just about to head to the training grounds for their morning training. All of them witnessed their king returning on a horse and were surprised to see his handsome appearance in a complete mess. His ceremonial clothes were stained to the point its original color could no longer be determined, and his hair was caked with dirt.
However, none of them dared meet his gaze. No, none of them could even breathe in his presence.
Suffocating.
The King of Megaris held no emotions on his face and he wasn't doing anything in particular, yet his presence in itself made people feel suffocated.
Upon arriving at the King's residence, he went straight to his chamber where his personal servant welcomed him. "Your Majesty—"
