August gave a nod, gesturing he understood her, letting her leave the room. A king? What kind of joke has been playing? It seems like they knew all along and hid it from him. He was tired, fitting in everywhere. Does he even fit in here?
"What are you doing here this early?" Oliver questioned from the end of the hall.
August looked up and shook his head," It's nothing." He walked out of the room, deep in his thoughts wondering whether he made the right choice.
"I heard you two talking about your prophecy." Oliver spoke out seeing him leave with an unsettled feeling. August turned around, blinking a few times.
"Aren't you curious to know more?" Oliver shrugged.
"Not really…It's not like something good will happen." August sighed, not sure if he should even ponder on that idea.
"You may. After Mistress is gone, you will need a goal to survive. Even though you hate goals." Oliver closed the Niflheim door, and walked towards the front door.
