[THE FREE LANDS]
The first chamber was not what Zaffuto had expected.
It was neat and almost looked like home.
The mad king had expected the place to be dirty and for everything to be a mess but the shock on his face was evident when he looked at his son's Erasthai who was sprawled on the bed, clearly knocked out unconscious with his mask patch on.
He looked so innocent and unaware of what was happening around him. Maybe it was a side effect of the powder that had been shoved at him, or maybe it was because, for the first time in so many years, he was finally getting the rest he needed.
The mad king looked at his Lycan Chief, the worry on his face settling on something that he couldn't quite put a finger on. It was almost a relief, but that was too much even for him, so he left it at that.
