Thorne sat in his office, his eyes scanning the documents given to him, yet he couldn't grasp a single word, not with how unfocused his eyes were. He blinked twice, shaking his head sharply. His posture was slouched, one hand pressed to his temple.
It was a day after he went to see Elara, and because of the break he took to see her, his work had doubled. His desk was a mess with parchments left unrolled, a broken quill discarded to the side. He had reread the same sentence three times but still couldn't understand a word of it.
His skin burned hot and cold at once. His shirt clung to his back with sweat, and yet, he shivered.
He hadn't been able to eat anything that morning. He'd woken up with a strange taste in his mouth, like metal and ash. Still, he waved it off. He was the king. He doesn't get sick. It was just impossible. Besides, he had more important things to worry about.
Like today's council meeting.
"Your Majesty."
