"Shall we begin?"
Alek gazed at Malark. In his eyes he held a lot of questions, the most important being how a figment of his imagination. The subject of his dream since his childhood happened to be a real person.
A prince he had never met before had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember, almost as though they were destined to meet. He couldn't believe it even with the prince being so close to him.
"I didn't get you here to stare at me speechlessly," Malark uttered. He moved up from the ground and removed his outer robe exposing his upper body to Alek.
His chest had a big red mark on it, the mark covered half of his upper chest on top of his heart.
"How did you get that?" Alek inquired. Curiosity evident in his eyes. Malark looked down at the mark on his chest, his eyes darkened seeing it. He gritted his teeth in anger, "A reminder to never forget," he answered.
"Never forget what?"
