The King's Secrets

The weird sounds coming from the bed made Ailwin pause.

Looking at Braeden, he gestured for him to be ready in case this clan leader had ill will towards them. Nodding his head in understanding, Braeden pulled out one of his battle axes and stood opposite Ailwin.

"Sir, we have come because we have some questions for you…." Ailwin kept walking as Braeden followed from the other side of the bed.

Ailwin's hands reached out to touch the curtain, preparing himself for the worst as he pulled the cloth aside. 

"Ah...oh gods…" He gasped in surprised when he looked at the clan leader lying on the bed.

"Wha-what's wrong?" Braeden was curious from the other end of the bed. He moved to the curtain to see what had Ailwin gasping. 

Holding his battle ax in one hand he lifted the curtain aside to see what had his friend so stunned.

The minute the curtain moved an inch aside, Braeden smelt a overwhelming funk crawl up his nose.