End of An Empire: A Minecraft YouTubers Story {New Version} (Discontinued)

| Chapter Thirty | King Luther Hughes

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"The men who crave power are best fitted to acquire it, and least fitted to exercise it."
-Seti
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It's been a long time since Ty has been at the Shivoan Palace. As a Prince of Estron and a Naval Captain, Ty made countless ventures to King Mitchell to deliver messages and such and to aid in several battles. Truth be told, Ty preferred Shivoa over Estron. Shivoa has something that Estron doesn't, warmness and belonging.

Ty respects King Mitchell, he loves the kingdom that Mitch has created. More importantly, he loves that Mitch didn't hesitate to throw away old traditions and values for the good of his people. Sure, he sees the danger in letting commoners hold positions of power, but he knows Mitch isn't a fool. He wouldn't do things out of spite.

The people of Shivoa always looked happier than the Estron civilians. And Ty has gotten to know a lot of the Shivoan people because of his many visits. It is also because, unlike Estron, Shivoa doesn't possess a tainted view of Ty and that's because of King Mitchell. While he could feel bad that Shivoa feels more like a home to him than Estron ever did, he doesn't feel bad at all.

Ty stopped in front of the King's chambers, knocking on the door and waiting. Once he heard the right to enter, he came in, closing the doors behind him.

"You wanted to see me--" Ty stopped when he saw the king. Mitch is sat up in bed, shirtless, with Quentin taking off the bandages to wrap a set of fresh ones. Ty bit on his bottom lip once he looked at the king's wound, seeing sickening bruising decorating Mitch's stomach. "I can come back later--"

Mitch shakes his head. "No, no, it's alright, Ty. Stay, Quentin is almost done," he said.

Ty nods a bit, waiting. 'How can he just sit there and smile? Isn't he in pain?' he thought to himself as Quentin started wrapping a new set of bandages around Mitch's stomach. Ty looked at the physician. "How is he doing?" he asked.

Quentin glanced at Ty. "He's recovering well. He hasn't had another fainting episode since the one he had four days ago. I'm pretty sure that episode was the product of him overworking himself like he usually does in getting me into Seto's chambers," he said making the king shyly smile.

"Probably but it worked. Seto's well on his way to recovery--"

Quentin yanked on the bandages making Mitch yelp and him smile. "I agree, it was a necessary evil. And you better not have been getting out of this bed," he warned making Mitch shake his head when Quentin's expression darkened at him.

"I-I would never. Besides, Jerome and Rob threatened to knock me unconscious and/or chain me to this bed if I tried to get out of it without good reason," Mitch stammered. Ty smiled a bit watching the two.

Quentin finished the bandages, getting up and tossing Mitch back his shirt. "Well, I'm going to check on Seto. Luckily, his fever broke hours ago and can hold food down. So it won't be long until you both are back on your feet," he said before he leaves.

Ty chuckles lightly before crossing his arms. "Does he ever take a break?" he asked before looking at the king. He loses his smile seeing Mitch wince when he tried to put on his shirt. "Here, let me help." Ty pulled the shirt over Mitch's head and down, his arms already through the sleeves.

Mitch let out a pained breath. "Thanks," he mumbled making Ty cross a realization.

"How long have you been putting up that 'I'm feeling better' front and why did you drop it around me?" he asked the king. He's asked how Mitch was doing plenty of times and always got the whole he is feeling better response.