15— Lies and reasons

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 look like a crazed man with all the late night planning and thinking he'd been doing for the past few months. His personal advisor had told him that he was using the kingdom matters as an escape from his growing and sinking depression. He was throwing himself into more affairs that concerned the kayaans, were sending spies and working on the Intel he was getting late into the night, on an empty stomach