Tried to Flee

“Father?” Horat couldn’t believe what his ears heard. “Whatever do you mean?”

Desmond looked at his son with pitiful gaze. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the King.

“As you can see, Your Majesty. My son wasn’t even aware of what he was just doing,” sighed Desmond. “And his friend over there was no better. Even with their heads combined, they couldn’t understand the gravity of their situation.”

King Romeus combed his grey beard, digesting his advisor’s words one by one, carefully as ever. His majestic pose was the one he always used when he was being unsure of what to do. Desmond, as his trusted aide and closest advisor, knew so well about this habit of the King. He knew he was on the right path, all he needed was just a little bit more push, or so he thought.

“Desmond, you’re an excellent public speaker, I must give you that! The way you lead the listeners to your favor is something else,” countered the King. “If I were my old self, for sure I would be swallowed by