QUOTE : The person swears, surprised. “Shit, you’re awake.” The voice is slurring, but I recognize it nonetheless. “What are you doing in here, King Jovan?” I ask. He is acting strangely. His movements are clumsy. He takes several steps backwards during his walk towards the bed. I watch, my fear turning into confusion. He finally makes it to the seat at the end of the bed and collapses. “Your room is huge,” he complains, huffing as though he has run uphill. “You just beat up your own guards,” I say. This is beyond strange. I don’t know what to think, or if I should get him help. He closes his eyes, a grin across his face. “Yep.” He sways on the seat while I hover next to the bed in the fur, uncertain.