Lynnor stretched, rolling her shoulders. "That was exhausting."
She turned to leave. "Let me show you your rooms."
Aramith's eyes never left Lynnor as many thoughts went through his mind.
Unreadable.
In a luxurious palace, a man of striking beauty sat upon a throne that mirrored his authority.
He wore a beautiful red and gold robe, and on his head, he wore a crown that confirmed his authority as ruler. His lips curved up in a lazy smile that cemented his appearance, giving him an otherworldly, charismatic look.
Before him stood a boy who tried his best in all futility to appear as small as he could, but it was just impossible to hide from the piercing gaze of he who sat upon the throne.
His instincts screamed at him to kneel.
Despite the coolness of the room, a few drops of sweat rolled off his forehead, dropping to the floor.
He discreetly wiped it with his foot, removing its presence altogether.
Looking at him, it was quite interesting.
