At that moment the heavy silence inside the royal chamber lingered like mist, The smell of expelled poison still hung faintly in the air, but Tyler showed no signs of concern.
Calmly, he wiped his hands clean on a simple cloth he carried with him, then turned to Edda without hesitation.
“The king is fine now,” Tyler said quietly but firmly, his voice cutting through the stunned
stillness.
“He will be alright.”
Hearing what Tyler just said, Edda could barely breathe.
He looked from Tyler to the king, then back again, struggling to process what had just happened right in front of his eyes.
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However the first daughter, still standing stiffly with a stunned expression, clutched her fallen handkerchief but made no move to pick it up.
The second daughter, hands clasped tightly at her chest, could only stare at the king with wide, trembling eyes.
No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, all they could do was watch.
And then a soft, low groan echoed from the bed.
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The king stirred, slowly, painfully at first, his eyes fluttered open this time fully, clearly, with strength behind them.
At that moment he blinked several times, disoriented, as if waking from a nightmare.
And then his voice, rough and dry from months of silence, broke through the room.
“What… what happened to me?” he rasped.
Immediately everyone gasped at once.
The king spoke, the king, who hadn’t uttered a single word in months, was speaking!
“I thought…” the king coughed lightly, clearing his throat, “I thought I was dead…”
grunt At that moment his hand moved slowly at first, fingers flexing weakly, then, with a low of effort, he lifted his arm fully into the air.
And then the other, Strength surged into his body like a rushing river.
He stared at his hands in wonder.
“What is this?“he muttered, flexing his fingers easily. “I… I feel strong.”
With a burst of energy that no one expected, the king sat up straight in bed, he looked down at his legs, still pale but no longer trembling.
Without waiting for help, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.
At that moment the princess’s gasped loudly, even Edda stumbled back a step in pure shock.
The king stood tall, stretching his arms high above his head, testing his strength, he bent his knees, feeling the solid, healthy power pulsing through his muscles.
He twisted his waist, flexed his arms, and shook his legs.
At that moment a deep, booming laugh rumbled from his chest.
“I feel stronger than I have in years!” he declared, disbelief filling his voice. “Stronger than I ever was!”
He looked around at the stunned faces, his eyes wide with wonder.
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“What happened?” he demanded, still flexing his arms with childish excitement. “Who treated me?”
He scanned the room, still half–expecting to see familiar faces.
“Was it Master George?” the king asked, referring to if the top healers in the country. “Is he the one who did this?”
He shook his head, laughing again, pure joy radiating from him.
“How is this even possible?” he marveled, his hands moving over his chest and arms, feeling the solid, living strength surging through him. “I feel like I’m in my early forties again!”
At that moment he stomped his feet on the floor, testing his balance, his vitality.
Nothing hurt, Nothing faltered, he was whole again, And he was just standing there, surprised beyond belief.
The king, still stretching his arms and feeling the renewed power coursing through his veins, finally turned toward the gathered crowd with sharp, commanding eyes.
His
gaze swept across the room, landing first on Edda.
“Edda,” the king said, his voice now deep and strong. “Tell me who healed me? Was it Master George?”
Edda, still overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed, quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
“No, Your Majesty,” Edda said clearly, raising his head. “It was not Master George.”
He turned slightly, extending his hand to point at Tyler, who stood quietly by the side of the king’s golden bed, his face calm, his simple, tattered clothes fluttering slightly under the faint breeze coming from the open windows.
“It was him, “Edda said with firm respect. “This young man…. He is the one who saved Your Majesty’s life.”
At that moment the king’s eyes snapped toward Tyler.
For a long, heavy moment, he simply stared, his expression, once full of joy and laughter, now turned into one of stunned confusion.
He took in every detail, the ripped, dusty clothes, the rough edges of someone who had clearly lived through suffering.
Tyler looked like a common wanderer, a beggar at best not the kind of man one would expect to perform a miracle just like this.
Immediately the king blinked, almost disbelieving.
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He couldn’t believe the man standing in front of him… this boy… was the one who pulled him back from death? The one who cured what none of the royal healers, the best doctors, nor even Master George himself could heal?
He was stunned, but the king was a man of his word.
He was a ruler who built his name not just on power but on honor, though he’s ruthless, but he’s a man of honor.
At that moment he took a deep breath, steadying himself, then he stepped forward, facing Tyler directly.
His voice was solemn, carrying through every corner of the chamber.
“I made a promise,” the king said, his eyes steady. “And a king’s word is law.”
The entire room grew silent, the tension thick enough to feel against the skin.
“You know what I promised,” the king continued, his voice unwavering.
“I said that whoever could cure me would be given the right to marry one of my daughters.”
At that moment the first daughter stiffened instantly, her hands tightening at her sides, a flash of something dark crossing her beautiful face, the second daughter’s face softened, watching Tyler quietly with unreadable emotions in her gentle eyes.
“And I will not go back on my words,” the king declared firmly, leaving no room for doubt or
argument.
He looked at Tyler with growing respect, nodding once.
“Because you are the one who treated me–because you are the one who saved my life you have earned the right.”
The king lifted his arm and gestured broadly toward his daughters.
“You will choose,” the king said. “Between my first daughter or my second daughter.”
At that moment the king voice grew even stronger with the final declaration.
And know this—if you choose my first daughter, you will not just marry into royalty.”
“You will become the next king of this great country.”
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