Hope is a white frock and forever however reality was a black dress and never. Javier let go of Adnan and let out a deep breath. His heart was heavy with grief.
"I apologize for this mistake, your majesty," Adnan let out apologetically while getting off the bed. "It won't happen again," he added.
The boy had his eyes cast down on the ground. His head bowed in shame. After the pain he caused the king, it was wrong of him to have come before Javier so soon. He waited for the king to snap at him and tell him about the incident that cost Soren's life. Yet the king gave him no attention.
Every inch of the room had Soren's scent. It was faint however the king could still feel it in every breath he took. He closed his eyes and marveled at what remained of the male.
His mind and heart weren't in the right place. To admit in truth something inside of him had snapped. The person who kept him sane was no more and the lose screws in his head had come undone.
