Chapter 78. Long Live the King

“Lancelot” Her faint voice called. Now in his human form, he turned towards the chair she sat on, and rushed towards her. The ropes around her were now loose, and she was going to fall to the ground. In a flash, Lancelot was there to hold her just in time.

He caught her midair and spooned her in his arms. He sat on the floor and looked over her battered body. His felt a painful squeeze in his heart, and his usual dark eyes softened at the sight of her. She had suffered so much, been through so much, and all because of him. He wished he could take all her pain away, bear all her bruises for her.

As she lay on his body, he held both her arms tightly, as if pleading with her not to go.

“Lancelot...” She continued to whisper in her dazed state. His grip on her hands tightened every time she mentioned his name. He needed her to know that he was with her, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Not until she was completely fine.

Lancelot heard five cars pull up outside the w