"Your Majesty," Easton said, lingering by the door leading to the King's bedroom. Ever since the smashing of furniture three days ago, there had been dead silence in the King's room.
Easton had not seen the man walk in and out of the room. It was as if no one was inside the desolate darkness. His heart felt heavy with emotions. Leaning his head upon the door, he let out a small sigh.
"Your Majesty, at the least, you must consume some blood. If not, your body will begin to perish," Easton said, placing a bottle of fresh blood in a wine bottle besides the King's door.
No one had been able to enter the bedroom without the King's permission. The only time the twins had a response from the King was yesterday, when they requested for the infants to be moved into the same floor, so that the crying could wake Adeline up from her coma.
Her eyes still had rapid movements, which meant she'd be able to hear everything, right?
