Chapter 131 The Enraged Cry

• Mayi’s POV
• A gnawing unease gripped me. I couldn’t stop wondering if Donald or his family would hear Pontione’s enraged cry. The sight before us could have been lifted straight from those moving pictures I’d recently seen on what they called television screens in the West—except this was no fiction. These so-called born royals were trapped like animals in cages, yet even the most neglected of human-owned creatures were treated better than this.
• What kind of sorcery had Donald woven over the Fosters to keep them in such deplorable conditions? They were thin, their skin sallow, their movements sluggish. When I reached out with my senses, I could barely detect some of their lions. A few faint sparks lingered, but others were so diminished they were nearly gone. The old woman’s lioness, I suspected, had gone into deep hibernation after enduring too much. The young heir’s lion, I realized, had likely never manifested—he’d still been a child when Donald overthrew them after his so-called victory in the challenge.