The sunlight trickling through the opening window outlined Kelmont's figure.
Silver, middle-parted bangs framed an oval, pale face that most would consider handsome. Although Kelmont thought he was way past the age that anyone should consider a man handsome.
The light reflected in his clear sky-blue eyes, and he blinked.
'That's enough rest.'
The man stretched and yawned, adjusting his nightwear, a loose, red, silky robe that barely covered his nakedness, exposing his chest and his flat stomach.
Quickly, he made his way to the other end of his room, where his study lay. A silver chair and table, filled with books and papers. He'd have to study at least two books before he proceeded with the rest of his morning schedule. A grueling daily task.
As Kelmont sat, wondering what he'd have been doing out there in the world if that man hadn't killed the Emperor all those years ago and made him the successor.
