His steps were slow and in his mind he was trying really hard to get used to his new appearance. It was weird literally being in Mark's shoes as he walked down the halls. A soldier bumped him on the way there and clicked his tongue before he pushed him to move faster. He made a mental note to transfer him away when he had his normal for back. Somewhere really far away.
Allias entered the throne room and scanned everyone around him, hoping that he wouldn't notice not even an inch of suspicion. After his nightmare last night all he was thinking about was seeing Theseus as he woke up all alone and scared to death. He was right there, standing next to the icy throne where Mark sat. It was obvious that his best friend was uncomfortable, sitting too overly straight and the thought of Theseus nagging him about not messing up popped in his head. It would be pretty funny to see that, he thought.
