Gareth stumbled on his feet and fell onto the bed. The floor beneath him was spinning and breathing was becoming a task that felt more difficult to perform with every passing minute.
"I'm sure this is some sort of mistake," the elven king mumbled, more to himself than as a response to his wife.
"I wish it was," Melissa spoke in a flat tone. "But I felt it, and it was as clear as day."
"But it can't be true!" Gareth groaned. With shaky hands grabbed his now throbbing head. "Why would the gods chose that.. that sick man for my daughter?! It can't be true!"
