Chapter 350: Royal Power
The elderly king, his hair awash in white, was seated on the throne. Pain twisted his features into a grimace of savage proportions. His breathing rasped, much like an aging bellows. He raised a feeble hand to mask his mouth.
"Cough, cough," resounded a violent hacking cough. With every retch, a foul-smelling jet of black blood splattered his palm. An ugly mantra of blood and bile stained his robes and the throne, painting a grim image of sorrow.
"Father!" A pitiful voice rang out. A young girl, not even ten summers old and bedecked in finery, watched the bloodied king with tear-filled eyes.
"Do not weep, Remilia. You are the heir to Lockman Kingdom." The king, pain gnawing at his body and soul, mustered a placid mien, trying to put on a brave display for his worried daughter.
Despite his efforts, anyone could see he wouldn't live much longer, even the young, inexperience princess knew that her father might not last the day.