In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 188: [ - - ]

"Galadriel!"

The mabn shouted, as he shook her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

But the woman didn’t respond, her body had went completely limp.

The physician rushed forward, his hands trembling violently as he pressed two fingers to her wrist.

After that, he checked her neck, then he checked her eyes, and by the time he was done, the man’s face was drained of all the blood he had.

"Say something, Damn it!" the man demanded, his voice shaking the very walls of the chamber.

Scared shitless, the physician fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cold stone floor. The poor guy was sobbing in terror.

"I... I am sorry, Your Majesty," the physician cried out, his voice cracking, "The... the drake marrow... it wasn’t strong enough."

"The root’s energy was too much... it overwhelmed her heart. She... she has slipped into a deep coma. I... I cannot wake her."

Silence fell over the room. It was a terrifying, suffocating silence.

The man slowly turned his head away from his wife to look at the grovelling physician. His eyes were completely hollow, devoid of any light.

"You said what?" the man repeated quietly.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty! Spare my life! I can find another cure! I swear it on my..."

"YOU SAID WHAT?!" The man raised his right hand and waved it backward as hard as he could, and an invisible, crushing force slammed into the physician’s head like a battering ram.

BOOM!

The older man was lifted entirely off the floor and sent flying across the massive bedchamber. He crashed into the heavy stone wall with a sickening crunch of breaking bones.

"Ugggh!" The physician spat out a mouthful of blood, sliding down the wall and collapsing in a crumpled heap.

"Take this bastard out of here and skin him alive!" The man ordered, "And then chop is hands off and feed it to dogs!"

The attendants screamed in terror. The physician, despite his shattered ribs, scrambled to his feet out of pure, primal fear. Whimpering and clutching his chest, he wanted to run away. But before he could, guards have already entered and grabbed the Physician by his arms.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind them, and the room went silent once again.

The man stood alone in the grand chamber. The immense power he commanded meant nothing. His wealth meant nothing. He felt utterly, completely helpless.

He slowly walked back to the edge of the bed. He sat down heavily, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out and gently cupped his wife’s cold face.

"Galadriel!" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Wake up. Please. Wake up."

She did not respond. Her chest barely rose and fell.

Creak.

The heavy oak doors opened again. A man in his late twenties walked in. He wore ornate, gilded golden armour, his face bearing a striking resemblance to the man, though lacking the older man’s rugged scars. He carried himself with an air of absolute arrogance.

"Father," the young man began, his tone formal but laced with an underlying impatience. "I heard the physician failed. The court is waiting for your orders regarding the..."

"Get out!" the man interrupted quietly.

"Father, be reasonable. Mother is—"

The man didn’t even turn his head. He just flicked his wrist.

Crash!

The young man was violently thrown backward, lifted off his feet by a shockwave of raw power. He flew through the open double doors and crashed hard into the marble pillars in the hallway outside.

"Get out, you useless disappointment!" the man roared, his voice echoing through the entire tower.

The young man groaned in pain, clutching his armoured chest as the guards outside quickly rushed to help him up. The doors slammed shut by themselves, locking with a heavy thud.

The man sighed, the explosive anger draining out of him, leaving only exhaustion. He took his wife’s pale, unresponsive hand and pressed it against his forehead.

"They are all useless," the man murmured to her, his voice softening into a heartbreaking whisper. "All my sons. I gave them armies. I gave them wealth. They parade around the castle like peacocks, waiting for my throne. They have no fire. They have no claws."

He squeezed her hand.

"All of them came back," he continued, a solitary tear escaping his eye and rolling down his scarred cheek.

"Except for him. I sent my children to protect them. They all rushed back to the safety of the palace walls one after the other. All of them... except the youngest."

The man looked up, staring blindly at the dark canopy of the bed.

"Where is he, Galadriel!?" the man asked, his voice trembling, "Is he alive? Is he dead? He was always the wildest one. He refused to follow the rules. He fought like a street dog, not a prince."

The man wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand.

"I know why your heart is failing," he whispered to his comatose wife, "They all say it is a disease. But I know the truth. You are dying of a broken heart. You miss him. You wait every day for him to walk through those doors, making a rude remark, grinning that arrogant grin of his."

He kissed her knuckles, "I miss him too, my love. I miss my boy."

The chamber remained silent, the only sound the man’s ragged breathing.

A few moments later, the lock clicked. The doors opened softly, without the grand intrusion of the physician or the arrogant stride of the elder son.

A young woman stepped into the room. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with sharp, calculating eyes and dark hair tied back in a practical, elegant braid. She wore a simple but expensive dress of dark blue.

She walked quietly to the foot of the bed and bowed her head gracefully.

"Father-in-law," she said. Her voice was calm, steady, and completely unafraid of the man’s volatile temper.

This time, the man did not raise his hand. He did not lash out. He simply looked up at her, his eyes red and exhausted.

"Katherine," the man said, his voice returning to a low, authoritative rumble.

He gently placed his wife’s hand back on the bed, pulling the silken sheet up to her chin. He stood up, his massive frame towering in the dim light of the room.

The grief on his face slowly hardened, replaced by the cold, calculating look of an Emperor.

"I have waited long enough," the man stated, turning to face the young woman.

"I thought one day he will come back. But I will not let my wife die without seeing her youngest son one last time. It is time to take action."

Katherine straightened her posture, her eyes locking onto the man’s. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t hesitate.

"What do you need me to do, Father-in-law?" Katherine asked directly.

The man looked out the grand window of the chamber, his gaze piercing through the clouds, staring out toward the turbulent ocean that separated his empire from the rest of the world. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Gather your personal guard, Katherine," the man commanded, his voice echoing with absolute finality, "Pack whatever you need, I don’t care. Leave the capital tonight."

He turned back to her, his eyes burning with desperate fire.

"Find your brother-in-law. Bring him home."