When his eyes finally peeled open, he shut them back due to the bright light that surrounded him.
There were movements around him, none of which he could make out.
When he finally mustered the courage to open his eyes fully, the ceiling above him seemed to want to swallow him whole.
But the room was familiar.
Very familiar.
He was in his room at the Town house.
Then everything came rushing back to him like a very well-deserved cold slap.
He'd been found?
Then where was Claire? What had happened to her?
Yeren struggled to get up from the bed, but couldn't muster a single ounce of strength to do so.
He hated feeling so weak - he'd rather even be dead. At least, his men would never have a reason to look down on him.
An exasperated sigh escaped him.
"Your Grace." Andon's voice came across, rasped and full of concern.
Sometimes, he wondered what would have happened if he'd sent Andon on his exile as the council had wanted him to have done.
