Days passed, and the mood around the castle was grim. Everyone became tense as they had to prepare themselves, in case they would die in the hands of their King since he would start rampaging for the whole night—or even days.
Usually, during the last week before the coldest night, the Beast King would be in a terrible mood. He would yell at anyone who dared to get in his way, even if it was just a servant who cleaned the corridor.
He would also try to exhaust his energy by sparring 1 vs 1000 against his soldiers, only for them to get badly beaten while he didn't get a single scratch.
However, the said King was in a good mood these days. He did his duty in the throne room as usual, and didn't seem to worry much about his incoming rut, which was strange since everyone remembered how stressed he was last year.
