A King's Vigil

Four hours later. The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom of Urai. Sounds of jubilant

revelry ricocheted through the streets as citizens celebrated in their beast forms, engaging in playful

duels and hunts commemorating the return of their beloved ruler. Within the fortress,

however, the atmosphere was more subdued. The initial excitement had given way to

a quiet vigil as the crowds in the grand king's bedchamber thinned. Grand Lord Vladya

had dismissed the swarm of well-wishers, leaving only himself and the royal healer to attend to Daemonikai.

Although Daemonikai's body had fought off the worst of the poison, they had taken no

chances. He had been administered healing herbs and potions and nourished with Sinai's blood.