"If Asterd wants war, than war he shall have!" One of the deity thundered.
"He dares to underestimate us?" another asked.
"His head shall be spiked for this!"
The Throne room was rumbling with angry voices of the deities, their faces were gradually turning red, due to the force which they spook with. Every single god in the throne room brought his own thought on the ground matter, they were all engaged and attentive...well, expect for Zander. He has been quietly seated ever since he and his right hand entered the throne room, he was physically present, but absent minded.
He just couldn't stop thinking about his alkarite, she has been permanently on his mind, he'd seen her face, her voice, her scent...the whole of her to be precise. He had allowed himself too close to her, now she was all he could think about.
