Behind the castle walls of Santok, everything was being planned. From the strategies of the war to the invasion of Themisto's head to the manipulation, everything was calculated and then brought into action. Samantha and Hendrickson were wicked beings who knew how to prey on feeble minds.
"Which one among these is your favourite rose?" Alexander asked out of blue, bringing Selene to now look at him.
She laughed at his question. "All of these are roses, why does it matter?"
"It does. Now tell me which colour roses do you prefer?" He insisted.
"Uh. . ." She stuttered a bit, then replied. "The white ones."
Just as the words left her mouth, he turned towards right and plucked a fresh white rose from a plant, tucking it in her hair, right behind her ear.
"Looks like it found the right place for itself!" He smiled, expecting something from her.
