Rhydian;
I march out of the throne room and follow after my father with the determination to get to the bottom of things.
He's already halfway down the corridor, with his steps uneven and slow. The great King Wilhelm of BeastHeaven… the man who used to stride like he owned the very wind… now walks like there are invisible anchors around his ankles.
I clench my jaw as I watch him.
I hate seeing him like this. Where the father I know!?
The iron-clad ruler who blossomed and gleamed in everything he did!?
The cowardly part of me is begging me to leave him. To let him rot in his wine-soaked misery and pretend I can not see him falling apart like a dying leaf fallen from its once bountiful home.
He may not be perfect… but he's still my father. I care about him. More than I may care to admit, damn it! Gravemaw is collapsing.
We're all crumbling. I need to snap him out of this.
"Father!" I call after him as I start marching towards him, but he doesn't turn.
