Jonathan
"When will he wake?" The same question had been asked thousands of times since returning to the castle. Jonathan had long since grown tired answering the questions a king was required to answer.
"No matter how many times you ask, you cannot put a timer on someone's consciousness." Jonathan replied to the man with his hand raised in the crowd. It seemed that as Aremesis lost power within the land, the people of Ebonhart had grown bold in their questioning. Jonathan had a hard time believing that only a week ago, all of the streets were barren. It was equally hard to believe that all of the people within the city were hiding within their homes for years while the king had been held prisoner. Didn't they question anything? As the streets turned dark and a permanent curfew had been put in place, couldn't they have come out and noticed the difference? Jonathan thought to himself.