Sangfroid was about to make a choice. Then, his mind suddenly flashed on something strange.
The Lord of the Dark Gifts..... Did he only ever meet him at the night that he transformed the royal family?
Why does it feel like..... he had known that golden eyes and toothy, mischievous grin long, long before that?
"Can you hear me?"
Sangfroid jolted, and looked around. King Leron looked curiously at him, following his line of sight. But there was no one else, just the two of them in this red and white splattered bed.
"Sangfroid? I'm asking you to make a decision now. What are you waiting for?" The King shook him, his blue-green eyes showing a bit of an annoyance.
"Don't you hear him, Your Majesty?" Sangfroid got up from the bed, dagger still on hand. He walked outside the room.
"Hear who?" The King frowned and joined him, but seeing that he was leaving the room, he assumed that Sangfroid must have chosen to fulfill his wish.
