Lord Richard was the first to reach in Alexander's room. He kicked the door open in anticipation and the sight that welcomed him nearly made his heart to stop. Alexander was laying still on his bed, unmoving. His usually calm face now had a pained expression and his face had lost color, turning paler. This sight of him, he didn't even know or imagine would exist.
The king, being in a critical condition, and now his son! Oh no! What had Valoria done to deserve such a cruel treatment? Lord Richard ran across the room, brushing the train of thoughts aside. He towered over Alexander as he assessed his current condition.
