Chapter 208

　　Inside the inner bedroom of the King's Chambers, a huge figure was seated at the floor of the Library, his head supported by the shelf behind him. 　　The King did not know how long he sat there...might have been since he dismissed Vetta in the morning. His back aches. His butt aches too. 　　They are nothing compared to the ache in his heart. If he doesn't know better, he would say that he has developed a chest problem. He knows better, but the knowledge does not help. 　　The headache pounding the back of his head was too severe, he drank from the bottle of whiskey in his hand and lowered his head. The bottle empty, he dropped it beside the seven empty other bottles and picked up a new bottle. 　　He was tipsy, but he isn't drunk. He never gets drunk and he hasn't drank in years. 　　Not since his sixteen birthday when he got drunk and wasn't able to protect Melia. She skinned her knee while playing, and cried her heart out. 　　The sound of her pained cries stayed with him for months, s