Chapter 40

 “Son.” Even the King wore a panic look when the young prince was heaving his chest up  and down with difficulty in breathing. He was choking those words of anguish.

“Do something!” the king ordered while all physicians were at their limits. They cannot do  something on the prince despite with the fact that they even resorted on putting some painful pressures on his wrists just to revive him in a waking world.

“The curse is lethal your highness.” Spoke one physician practicing traditional healing. “He  was dealing with his greatest fear on his own intangible realms. He must awake on his own or he wont be.”

Another wild thrashing coming from the young prince while all his maidservants restrained him. He was burning hot with beads of sweats ran across his face. He clenched his teeth and held  his breath that it frightened them. His closed eyes were as if being pulled  firmly preventing him to be back in a waking