A year passed.
Inside the cemetery in the Royal Castle.
The place Lith was buried started trembling and in just a few instances, the black coffin Lith was in was out.
Creek!
The door of the coffin creaked open slowly and out of it appeared a pale hand.
Soon, Lith's silver-haired figure was visible. His long silver hair was in a mess and he seemed like a ghost who had just come out.
Lith's vision was blurry and he hadn't opened his eyes yet.
His throat felt dry and he was really thirsty.
"Blood…"
Lith said in his sleepy voice, out of pure instinct.
"Good morning." A gentle voice rang in his ears in the next instant.
Although still sleepy, Lith didn't have to guess whose voice it is. He simply turned towards the source of the voice and before he knew it, something soft hit his mouth and he felt in being someone's warm embrace.
