King Alok was not at ease. For some reason, he'd been unable to sleep, the burden of some matter he couldn't place his hands on was dragging his spirit down and refusing any thought of sleep. It was like someone was placing stones in his chest, rattling them around and creating discomfort. King Alok was, in plain words, weary.

Having tossed on his bed for the twentieth time, he sat up, determined to find out why he was so restless and put an end to it. He needed his sleep, even though they came with nightmares as their special package for him. He needed rest because he was starting to...