Author's Pov
His black predatory eyes stared into space as if it was the source of his problems, and that one word stuck out in his mind like a thorn in an apple.
"Nepth!" His voice echoed through the chamber, his voice booming deep yet hollow like thunder. His hands curled up into fists, he shook with rage. A low growl resonated from within him as he clenched his fist tighter.
His chest heaved slowly, and every exhale came as a slow hiss of hot air.
"My Lord." The violet-haired woman, suddenly appearing like a ghost from thin air, bowed before her lord before standing up straight to look at him. She looked at him for a moment with fearful yet resigned eyes.
He glared at her, daring her to speak up.
"What is taking that flower so long to bloom?" His voice is cold with irritation dripping from his tone as he sat with his back leaning against his throne, watching the woman in front of him.
"My Lord, it will soon be"
