"Your Majesty seems to be waking up!"
The attendant's panicked voice echoed through the corridor before he even reached them, his breath uneven, sweat glistening across his temples. It was clear he had sprinted all the way from Zevryn's chambers without stopping for air.
"Minister Kaelith," elder Yasoria said sharply, her tone trembling with concern, "we must go there swiftly, before His Majesty does something… unpleasant."
Kaelith's heart skipped a beat. Without wasting a single second, he nodded firmly, as he broke into a run, Sana and Elder Yasoria following closely behind.
The moment Kaelith burst into Zevryn's chamber, a loud crash met his ears. A vase from the nightstand flew past and shattered into countless sharp fragments at his feet.
"Your Majesty—" Kaelith's voice faltered as his gaze finally fell upon Zevryn.
