Sixty Two

chapter sixty two

Gulliver

The clouds had darkened above the kingdom, between an oncoming war and a maddened unfit king, I pretty much had my hands filled up, although the straw that broke the camel's back would be Elena's sudden and abrupt disappearance with nothing but a note left behind in her stead, even as I read it over and over again, I could not get any proper emotion save for the intense burning rage that threatened to burn through me, How could she leave at a time like this?

Every able bodied shifter folk had been stationed from the castle to the very border of the kingdom and yet a deep sense of foreboding filled me, almost as if I knew that she'd slip out, This was pure madness I wasn't cut out for this I wasn't-.

"You know arching your back when doing the walk of intense thinking and also sitting down on that hard throne all day is bound to give you a hunch back." A voice said interrupting my spiralling train of thoughts.

"Whoever you are get the fuck-"

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