Everything still shone too brightly. Every sound around him rang much louder than it should have and the odors… Oh, those odors were an assault on his freshly recovered olfaction.
But the silence that followed the appearance of the old man brought some solace to his splitting head.
The crown on his gray hair gave his identity away. Not that he tried to conceal it.
The king held a voice amplifier of his own to his mouth, his steady breath being the sole melody coming through his lips at first.
However, the words then followed, "What has become of my kingdom? What has become of my men? The pillars of this country!"
Surprisingly, his gruff voice did not break even once throughout his speech.
