Chapter 8 Bhorboldihr
The grief the King suffered had permeated every corner of his heart, the castle, and the surrounding city of Bhorboldihr. Gimadin no longer sat on his throne. He did not feel worthy of it. He had let down his people and lost his kingdom to an unseen force.
Through all his battles, all his negotiations and dealings, he had triumphed only to be defeated by a magic rock, a stone that had made his people sick and dying by scores every day. The King saw only one way out.
The King had taken council with the Queen and only a select few of his advisors. Gimadin sat on the stoop to his throne, next to his wife, who still sat in her royal seat.
“Husband, please sit here.” The Queen placed her hand on the King’s throne chair.
King Gimadin ignored her request, instead choosi
