CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Back in the Forest — Third POV
Tom had no idea what he was witnessing.
John—standing there in the forest kingdom's throne hall—looked completely out of place, and the fresh scar on his face made Tom's stomach twist. But even that wasn't the most shocking thing.
It was the King.
The same arrogant, chest-puffed ruler who had spoken down to Tom earlier suddenly sprang from his throne and rushed toward John like a dog hurrying to greet its true master.
"My lord… what brings you here today?" the King asked, voice trembling as he guided John to the throne—his throne—and sat him there like a servant offering his seat.
Tom stared, expecting Elder Lothbrok to object, complain, or at least show surprise.
But the elder didn't move.
He didn't even breathe loudly.
Only shivered in pure terror.
In fact, every man in the room felt it—fear so overwhelming that several of them pissed themselves.
And that was when Tom realized the truth.
They're terrified of John.
