Chapter 265: Crazy How The Hanging Tree Cried Ice
[THE FREE LANDS]
The king’s decorations are a show of pride, one that the Furfantes didn’t appreciate. They had been working towards removing the king from his seat and yet the man only ever got prouder by the day.
It was almost as if nothing affected him and it wasn’t a good look for anyone. The Furfantes were losing their shit quite literally. There was no way the mad king always had something to lose, yet always never cared about the repercussions.
It was almost as if he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of his king, which was not okay because anyone with anything to lose was supposed to be worried. But then Zaffuto had tasted loss.
He had lived in loss for over two decades. He had suffered in that pain and he knew what it truly meant to lose. The Furfantes should have been careful, but then they were proud of their progress.
Perhaps that was why they were here, again, at their meeting spot while Zula and Ashton were Grealors.
"We need to stop the man before his pride gets his head blown off," Sanjiro, the leader of the Furfantes said. He had a spite for the mad king and it ran so deep that no one knew whether it would end or even when it started.
It was almost like the mad king was the worst thing that Sanjiro had ever had to come across and now, he needed him gone. Perhaps it was in the way that the prince had agreed to give in to his father’s whims.
Or maybe it was in the way that the king, who despised werewolves, didn’t hesitate to bring a wolf into their midst and transition him into one of them and even gave him a high-ranking position.
Or maybe it was because of the omega that had the highest royal status.
The omega would eventually be their luna queen if they didn’t put an end to the king’s madness. It was supposed to be comforting for many, that the king had a heart, and yet to the Furfantes, they didn’t feel it so.