"My lord? What happened?!" Zeke came to approach Decratic. He was sitting on the ground near the fireplace, sweat covered his forehead and he was breathing heavily. "What had happened with you?"
Decratic raised his hand, indicating for Zeke to step back and not to touch him. He looked like he was in pain. His body was slightly trembling.
"Bring him here," Decratic said in low and dark voice. His eyes were very red, they looked terrifying, as if death stared straight into your eyes.
By 'him' that Decratic meant, it was Alana and Zeke knew without further explanation, as he walked out of the room and returned not long after with a man, but his face was covered under the cloak he was wearing.
He staggered and had a hard time to walk, thus he needed two guards to help him.
Meanwhile, beside Zeke there was Corry, he was the king's personal advisor. He looked so old, as if he aged for a few decades. His body was visibly trembling.