Eunid limped into the throne room, leaning heavily on a cane.
His body, though attended to by the best clerics Ramon and Arlen could find, was still healing. The bruises and scars ran deeper than just physical; whispers had spread throughout the family of screams emanating from his chambers each night.
The only one able to calm him during those moments was Nora, who had stayed by his side since the incident. Now, for the first time since that fateful day, Eunid was showing himself in public.
It wasn't easy, as he bore the weight of immense shame and humiliation, but the moment Mulligan saw his son, he noticed something chilling in Eunid's eyes—hatred and an insatiable hunger for vengeance. Gone was the innocent, smiling boy. In his place stood someone entirely different, someone forged by pain.
