"When we were on our way back after the funeral of Young Master Caleb, Young Master Cayden, and Young Lady Christa... His Majesty ran off on his own back to the Crownfallen burial ground," Boris' voice held a heavy weight as he shared the haunting memory. "As I tried to persuade him to return, he insisted on staying despite the rain."
"He was fixated on the memorial, like he was lost in his own thoughts. But then he suddenly dropped to his knees while holding his head, and it looked like he was in intense pain." The man continued, recounting the day he found out that Jacob changed into someone beyond fucked up in the head.
"Everything changed right then. It was as if his pain had consumed him, taking away his peace." Boris continued, his gaze distant as he relived the unsettling scene. "Of course, my first instinct at that time was to notify Madam Clark and request medical assistance. But he stopped me."