Chapter 303: Beginning of the tyranny
Kyrell’s eyes burned and the splitting headache he felt was sending him into agony. On the other hand, he was motionless and felt paralyzed as he tried to move his body. It was as though his own body refused to adhere to his commands. He didn’t like this feeling. He wanted to get up and flee to wherever he could rather than endure this. He wanted to be somewhere safe and secure. The terror he was experiencing right now was not new to him and that is what unnerved him. Whenever the late Eagle king took him to the witch masters to try and exploit his powers, Kyrell had felt the same suffering and misery.
At least then, he was able to scream his heart out which brought him some kind of comfort. But now....Now it was different, he was not even able to cry out or yell because his mouth was sealed shut. No matter how much he tried, he wasn’t able to move. This torment continued for so long that he became numb to it. Silent tears trickled down his eyes and all he could do was stare into an empty abyss.
"Hah.....ah....." The serene King’s quarters in the Eagle tribe went into chaos when Kyrell urgently raised from his bed and started gasping for air. His ruby eyes quivered as redness covered around them making his vision blurry. His throat hurt painfully as he kept on coughing and rubbing it to inhale as much air as he could.
The guards outside the door burst in when they heard their king’s painful and loud wheezing.
"Are you alright, your majesty!?" One of the guards quickly made his way to the king and handed him a stone cup of water after filling it with a pitcher by the bedside.
Kyrell hurriedly took the cup and gulped down the liquid while some spilled along his chin.
"What happened, Your grace?" Other guards asked when they saw Kyrell slightly relaxed and the answer they received was, "Nothing" Their king reclined back to the bed before adding, "Leave, I want to rest"
"Yes, Your Majesty" Although unsure, they responded appropriately before starting to leave the room.
"Wait" Their steps came to a halt hearing Kyrell, "I want my aid present in the throne room the next morning. Find Nathan, or you will face the consequences" he had enough of waiting around for things to fall into place. Everything was a mess. Those bastards refused to let him meet his love. She was his too! They had no right to do that. He could have forcefully made his way to her but that didn’t sound like a sane plan even though he was on the verge of losing his mind any minute now. An impulsive decision now would haunt him his entire life and Kyrell didn’t want to take any chances like that with Lyra.