"Your father, my King?" Reina questioned curiously as she stepped towards the King with the glass of water.
King Zander had just woken up from his sleep when he heard his chamberlain sighing outside in the corridor.
Thus his hair which was as black as obsidian was unkempt and messy while his unbuttoned shirt was wider than it was supposed to be, giving the chamberlain a greater view of what was concealed behind that layer of fabric.
The little Meteorite who now stood before the man whose face resembled her idol's felt her heart thump in joy at this glorious sight now before her.
King Zander hadn't woken up completely when he let that sentence about his father slip; however, he had no intention of explaining things to this young vampire.
"You don't need to know." He answered and through his tone, Reina knew that he would snap her neck in two if she continued speaking.
