Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Consolidating Your Throne

I am no fool, Verity.I know how to secure my throne. That's fine, that's fine.Take good care of this kid, he wasn't trained to do this. Suddenly someone grabbed my hand, as if pulling me back from a scorched stove. I leaned forward, put my head between my knees, and felt dizzy.I heard King Shrewd panting loudly as if he was running a race. The jester also pushed a glass of wine into my hand, and then walked back to the king to urge him to take a few sips. After that, I suddenly heard Wallace questioning. said, "What have you done to the king?" "There's something wrong with them both!" the Fool's voice was full of sharp terror. "They had a good talk, but suddenly it's like this! Take this damn incense burner away! I'm afraid you'll kill them both."

"Quiet, Fool! Don't accuse me of this cure!" Then I heard Wallace's footsteps hurrying up and down the room, as he snuffed out or capped each censer with a brass cap.After a while the windows opened wide to the cold winter night.The cold air steadied me, allowing me to sit up and take a sip of my wine, and gradually I felt normal again.But even so, I sat there when Regal broke in and asked what happened.He put this question to me when the Fool was helping Wallace to put the King to bed. I shook my head dully at him. This dizzy dizziness wasn't all fake. "How is the king? Will he recover?" he asked Wallace.

Wallace hurried to Regal's side. "He seems much more stable, Prince Regal. I don't know what's wrong with him, and I don't see signs of a struggle, but he's out of breath like he's running a race, and his health can't handle that." stimulation, Your Highness." Regal turned to look at me. "What did you do to my father?" he yelled at me. "Me? Did nothing." It was true.Whatever had just happened was the King and Verity's fault. "We talked peacefully, and then I felt an unbearable dizziness and weakness, as if I lost consciousness." I shifted my gaze to Wallace, "Is it because of the smoke?"

"Perhaps!" he admitted sullenly, watching Regal's deepening stare nervously. "Well, I seem to have to increase the dose every day for it to work, but he still complains..." "Quiet!" Regal interrupted him with a snarl, pointing at me like I was worthless, "get him out, and come back to take care of the king." Shrewd moaned in his sleep, and I felt a feather-light Skill touch, and my hair stood on end. "No. Go and take care of the king, Wallace. You get the little bastard out of here, fool, and don't let the servants talk about it. I'll know if anyone dares to violate it. Come on, go now. My father sees It's not a good time to come."

I thought I could get up and walk out of the room, but I found that I really needed the Fool's help to get up.Once I got my footing, I staggered and wobbled, feeling like I was on stilts.The walls moved in front of me, and the floor slowly rose and fell under my feet like the deck of a ship. "I can go on my own from here," I told the Fool as we walked out the door, and he just shook his head. "You're too vulnerable right now to be left alone," he told me calmly, then took my hands and started talking nonsense.He showed the love and devotion of his companions, and helped me upstairs to my door, muttering as he waited, and following me in when I opened it.

"I told you I'm fine," I said, a little upset because I just wanted to lie down. "Really? What happened to the king? What the hell did you do to him there?" "I didn't do anything!" I said through gritted teeth, and sat at the foot of the bed, feeling my head throb violently.Fairy bark tea, which is what I need at the moment, but I don't have any. "You have! You ask his permission and hold his hand, and in a few moments you're both panting like fish." "In a while?" It felt like a few hours, and I thought that was the whole night.

"No more than three heartbeats." "Oh." I put my hands on my temples and tried to push the throbbing head back into place.Why was Burrich missing just then?I know he must have elven bark, but my pain at the moment makes me have to try my luck. "Have you any elven bark for tea?" "Me? No. But I can get some from Lacey, she's got a bunch of different herbs." "Can you help me?" "What the hell did you do to the king?" The deal he was asking for was obvious. The pressure in my head was so heavy that it almost burst out of my eyes. "It's okay," I gasped, "and only he can tell you what he did to me, if he chose to. Is that clear enough for you?"

There was a silence. "Perhaps! Are you really that miserable?" I lay back on the bed very slowly, and it hurt like hell even to put my head down. "I'll be right back," he said, and I heard the door opening and closing.I lay quietly and closed my eyes, gradually regaining consciousness in my heart, and then, regardless of the pain, I began to summarize the information I just received.Regal has spies, or so some claim.Prondi was a traitor, or Regal ordered his so-called spies to tip off Prondi.And I suspect both Prondi and Kettricken are traitors.Oh, the spreading poison, and the pain.I suddenly remembered the pain.Didn't Chade tell me to look at things the way I've learned to find answers to my own questions?The answer is always at hand, and I might have seen it if I had not been always blinded by the fears, plots, and poisons of traitors.

A disease ate King Shrewd, gnawing at him from within, and he fought the pain with addiction, trying to bring a part of his mind back to himself, to find a place where he didn't feel the pain.If someone had told me this a few hours ago, I would have laughed at the notion.But right now, I'm lying in bed trying to breathe slowly, because just the slightest movement can cause another wave of excruciating pain, and I understand that.Pain, I only endured it for a few minutes before the Fool ran off to Elven Bark.Another thought popped into my mind at this moment.I look forward to the pain passing and being fine when I wake up tomorrow.What would I do if I had to face this pain every second of my life, knowing it was eating away at the few days I had left?No wonder Shrewd was on drugs.

I heard the door opening and closing slowly, but not the Fool making tea, so I forced myself to open my eyes, and saw Duanning and Zegu standing stiffly in my room, as if in the den of a beast like.When I turned my head slightly to look at them, Duan Ning's lips were pursed as if to growl, and Nighteye also growled back in my heart.My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, indicating that there was danger here, and I also tried to relax my muscles and prepare to fight at any time.However, the severe pain in my head completely immobilized me. "I didn't hear you knocking on the door." I struggled to speak, and every blood-red word echoed in my mind.