At Inya riverside, near the palace,
Disgruntled, a man cracked his neck while his lips were twitching in rage. He was sitting on a rock amidst the river in complete darkness. Even the moonlight failed to enter the woods.
Running his fingers through his wet blonde hair, he opened his eyes. The obsidian eyes glimmered darker than the night. He gritted his teeth recalling Arihan getting closer to Alora and the latter being protective of him.
Rubbing his neck in frustration, he cussed their bond, "Their wretched bond." He groaned hoarsely. The more he was trying to scare her, each time he was bringing her closer to Arihan.
He needs to keep them apart. It would have been easier if she couldn't see his eyes. He will have to use humans and humans are fickle-minded.
'Caw… Caw… Caw…'
