Found Her

23

Zebian’s arms were wide open. His head staff was wrapping gauze around his broad chest. He quietly stood on the soapbox with a straight face. No expressions, no remorse. No one could tell he was the same man who sentenced nearly fifteen hundred men to death an hour ago.

The head staff snuck a glance at his face and immediately snapped down when their eyes contacted for a blink. His heart trembled badly. For the state which the king was in, he could even kill the poor man for simply looking at him.

Abruptly, the doors of the dressing chamber slammed open. Everyone’s eyes darted in that direction except for Zebian’s. He knew who had the audacity to disrespect him.

“I command you all to empty the room,” Lucian commanded as he stormed inside the chamber and halted in front of Zebian. Zebian didn’t look at him. The whole staff remained still in their position. The head kept wrapping his wounds. He dressed the king in a black shirt, tunic and long faux black cape and after clicking hi