A few days before Luna and Mark arrived in the kingdom, something unexpected happened.
Prince Jack was summoned to the palace by order of his own father, the Grand Beast Lord.
The man who had spent years avoiding his children like a plague, to the point of not having seen them in person for years, suddenly called him in for a private meeting.
Jack attended, of course.
Not because he wanted to, but because he had no other choice.
But the scene he found upon arriving was nothing short of pitiful.
The great king, that legendary warrior whose name made entire kingdoms tremble, that colossus who in his youth had crushed his enemies with his own bare hands, now lay bedridden in an enormous bed.
Gaunt, wasted away, barely able to move his body, his breathing ragged.
His father was gravely ill, and you didn't have to be a healer to see he had very little time left.
Jack approached the bed with a calm stride, showing neither the urgency nor the concern a good son would have shown.
