The old magician, Holin paced to the King's chamber, the air was damp, the light was gone, the fire in the fireplace was dying. He scanned everything in a short glance. He could sense the magic that was still swirling in the air.
"Was she here?" Holin asked.
"Yes, your idea worked well!"
The magician saw the drops of blood on the King's collar and then the mark that fangs left.
"Did you remember the entire past, my king?"
King Rozen nodded taking his eyes off the balcony.
"Yes, I am sure that she will return."
Walking to the fireplace, he took his seat on the sofa, looking at the fire, "turn off the light."
The magician waved a hand and the lanterns sparked then the balcony door went shut. He was wondering how the king was up on his feet after the bite. He was amazingly strong.
"Are you sure that they won't ruin the gates?" The king asked, peeking at the old man.
