Nevaeh wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she was restless in her unconscious state. She wasn't asleep, but it seemed like she was in a trance of some sort.
"What do you want, little witch?" His lazy yet majestic voice filled the room. His head was tilted to the side and probed up by his hand. His eyes were halfly closed as if he was too lazy to open them to look at her.
Her big round eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, and so did her heart. "It's Haniel, my Lord." She told him. "But whatever you call me, I'll answer." He opened his eyes and she lowered hers, too shy and afraid to behold his gaze. His eyes were dull and empty, but she felt naked under his gaze.
She slowly raised her eyes to him when she heard nothing from him.
"What do you want, witch?" He asked again, this time, his gaze was fixed on her blushed face.
"To know you, my lord." She said.
