I woke up facing the window with daylight shining through the curtains. Or so I thought until I realised that I was standing near the door that I just closed.
The hands that made their way into its pockets were large and didn't belong to me. The cloth worn by the person belonged to a man and seemed like a royal's uniform.
A man sat beside the bed on a chair with his legs spread wide apart. His head rested on the top railing of the chair. He had long, thick hair trailing his shoulders. It wasn't tied like the minister. His long fringe covered his eyes, making them completely invisible to the eyes, even from the bed.
The man wore completely black clothes, pants that were ripped like how one wore in the modern world and a shirt which had its collar button. His face was hidden beneath a mask that covered his neck and face until his nose, hiding his identity.
