The scenery around him seemed to be spinning, making him dizzy and disoriented.
"Panic." Hughes could only feel his breathing becoming difficult.
"Remember this feeling," Joseph V said as he looked down, his sharp eagle-like eyes fixed intently on his son with an unprecedentedly serious tone, "because once you sit in this position, this feeling will surround you at all times. It will make you panic, breathless, like a mountain pressing down on you, forcing you to crawl forward."
Hughes's forehead beaded with sweat, which rolled down in large drops, uncertain whether it was because of the sensations Joseph described or the implications of his words.
"Your Majesty."
Holding back his panic, Hughes hurriedly stood up from the throne and retreated to one side.
"I know you have many questions." Joseph V sat back down, his voice returning to its calm demeanor, "There are some things I should tell you about now."
Hughes immediately bowed to listen attentively.
