Lind felt like a great many heavy objects had been dropped on his head. Then, for good measure, they were used to beat him to death.
He could recall his worst hangover after he turned 21, actually he could not really recall it as it would negate the point of a hangover, but the fog he had been in and sore feeling was the worst experience until he woke up after his fight with the Immortal Berserker.
It had been 3 weeks, which seemed beyond any estimation he had thought of in the back of his mind, but his Mother had told him the 2 True Lords had come as he had requested.
It had been bad, very bad. Her cold green eyes had bored into him with no mercy as she seemed to loom over him like a vengeful God. He had known she was grieving Cyntilla and then nearly lost him.
He had tried to imagine it but his imagination fell far short of the horrific reality. He was a powerful dragon, a True Lord, and a peak mid tier Sovereign Tier, yet he felt like he was a little boy all over again.
