In the middle of the night, a handsome man with hair darker than the night sky appeared within the city of Ronan while everyone was in deep sleep, unaware that their king had arrived in the elf city once more.
The lively streets were empty, and even the forest animals were sleeping soundly. Only the sounds of crickets and the rustling leaves could be heard, which were the signs of a quiet night.
Draven stopped directly in front of the door of the human's home which opened slowly on its own. The last time he visited this late in the night to check the wound on her leg, she was already in deep sleep so Draven expected her to be the same tonight.
'Even if she is awake, so what?' he could not help but scoff, but remembering his encounter with Morpheus earlier, his face turned expressionless.
