In the room, Lillian could see the king laying on the bed with all the curtains drawn to not allow even the littlest bit of sunlight into the room, let alone light.
The men closed the door behind them, engulfing the room in darkness until Aurora clapped her hands and the candle lights lit themselves.
"Impressive," Lillian said, looking at her,
"Thank you." She said, walking to the King. "He absorbed too much magic on top of his one not being empty. Hakl thought he could help him, but he only succeeded in putting him in a comatose state."
"What is going to happen to him now?" Lillian asked, walking to the sleeping man and just staring before quickly looking away. "He is so pretty."
"You have a weakness for pretty faces, don't you, Lillian?" Aurora chuckled. "I have not seen a girl that way, there are a lot of men, not so much women."
