Rage, concern, fear, panic, pain soared through the heart of the king of Hadien at the voice of his queen and his flames raged inside his bloodstreams even more. Unlike every other feeling, they were ready to kill and let hell loose on whosoever could be responsible for Avyanna’s pain.
Drazhan marched rapidly to her chambers with his guards running behind him just to meet up with his pace. Yet it felt like he wasn’t moving fast enough, his heart was racing fast and his feet were moving as briskly as they could. Maids and guards were all moving out of the way for him and yet it seemed like it wasn’t enough. The last time he had felt such fear was the day he had almost been killed by Bogdan as a boy. That was the same day, his father and his mother died, he had never been so afraid even aft
