#Chapter 94: Long Live The King

Caleb’s vision is red as he closes his hands around the traitor’s throat. He has her up against the wall, her feet dangling, kicking wildly. She claws at Caleb’s hands with her dull human fingernails, as if that would ever be enough for him to not see justice done. “C-Caleb…” she gasps, the villain, trying to manipulate him by saying his name so informally. Her and her cohorts may have absconded him from his capital, but no matter where he goes, he will always be king. “That’s King Caleb,” he growls. A warm drop of water drips down onto his hand. He’s indoors. How could it be raining? No, it’s not rain. The drop was a tear from the traitor… Something shifts in the back of Caleb’s mind. He knows this person… She’s… Pain bursts in his head, his headache overcoming him so quickly that he stumbles backwards. The traitor slips from his grasp and falls to her knees near the baseboards. Clutching his head with both hands, Caleb cries out. What is he forgetting? Why does it hurt? W