Chapter 556 A King's Word Is The Kingdom's Will

Chapter 556 A King's Word Is The Kingdom's Will

Asher was surprised to hear about her condition, where her mind has not only reverted to a point in her childhood, but she also cannot remember anything that happened for more than a day or until she gets knocked out like this.

Asher then ventured a suggestion, albeit tentatively, "You might have already tried, but I am sure some mindforce experts could help heal her mind. Maybe my consort, Isola, can help. She is great at—"

"No," Lakhur interrupted, his voice sharp, a reflection of the inner steel that had weathered countless disappointments.

He met Asher's eyes squarely, fatigue etched in the lines of his face, "I have employed every expert out there, and yet they only managed to make her condition worsen. For some reason, she wouldn't let anyone near her except me and would scream and fight back. That man you saw earlier is her fiance, and she still only acts somewhat familiar with him. Even then, he puts himself through this because he loves her and doesn't want to abandon her despite being told to move on. So I am not going to risk it again, especially not with your kingdom's people. I would rather see my granddaughter's happy smile once in a while rather than lose her forever."

Asher shook his head slowly, frustration mingling with respect for the old king's protective stance.

It was rare, he mused, to see such familial devotion in their harsh world, especially from a demon of Lakhur's stature. Typically, rulers of their sort would have sought to secure their lineage by any means necessary, including replacing an ailing heir.

"How did this happen exactly... if you don't mind telling me," Asher's voice was soft, cautious, as he broached the delicate topic.

Lakhur glanced at the peaceful sleeping face of Kayla, then back at Asher, "Let's go out and take a walk," he suggested as Asher nodded.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

As they exited the room, Lakhur paused to instruct the guards stationed outside, "Don't let anyone inside. I want her to rest peacefully until I return," His command was firm, brooking no argument, and the guards bowed deeply in acquiescence.

The two kings then began their slow procession through the vast, echoing halls of the castle.

The rhythmic clack of their boots against the stone floor punctuated the silence that stretched between them.

Finally, Lakhur broke it, his voice low and tinged with a weary curiosity, "What do you know about what happened?" he asked, eyeing Asher carefully.

Asher offered a polite smile, nodding in understanding,"As a king, I did feel offended, but as an individual, I also only hold respect for you, King Lakhur. You could have sided with the draconians by accepting their deals just out of spitetowardsmy kingdom and yet you decided to remain neutral. That made me realize that no matter your sentiments towards my kingdom, you are an honorable king who has no fearto stickto your ideals."

A flicker of appreciation glinted in Lakhur's eyes, "You give too much credit for this old man's decisions. But now that you are already here and have been traveling without rest, why don't you stay for a small feast we have prepared for you and catch your breath?"

"I shall accept your kind offer then," Asherresponded with a smile, hopeful that the additional time could soften the old king's stance and perhaps unravel more of the mystery shrouding the ill-fated quest.

Meanwhile,

Inthe stillness of Kayla's room, where the air hung heavy with the scent of herbs and quiet despair, asmallmiracle fluttered through the open window.

A single rose petal, delicate and vibrant against the dimness, danced on a gentle breeze. It twirled gracefullyin the airbefore landing with poetic softness on Kayla's nose. The touch was feather-light, yet it stirred something deep within her slumbering mind.

"Mhmm... Smells so good..." Kayla murmured, her voice a tender whisper in the quiet room.

Her face, previously marred by the shadows of sleep and confusion, brightened into a serene smile as she inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose.

Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, and she sat up, looking around withagentle confusion,"Ou? Did Big Brother wake me up? Where is he? I want to play with him. He can't refuse me twice,"Shemumbled with a pout.

Just as she was adjusting to the light and the lack of her brother's presence, a soft, almost mischievous whistle sliced through the silence, "Pssshhhwww..." It was low, suppressed, yet unmistakably playful.

Startled, Kayla turned her head towards the window, her eyes wide and curious. Her breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed a pair ofruby redeyes peering in from the shadowed frame of the window. The eyes belonged to a face as pretty as it was intriguing, framed by the crimson skies outside.

"Do you want to play with this young lady instead? Silvia can give you pretty flowers," The voice was whispery, almost ethereal, as Silvia asked, her smile as bright and colorful as a blooming rose.