Within the western tower of the Palace, within the medical hall, Reina began pacing back and forth, unsure when he would wake.
It had been four days since the battle against Keres; however, Altair had not opened his eyes since. She looked his way, studying pale flesh and hair as silver as steel. There was something off about him. He didn't quite feel like the man she knew.
He appeared the same, but the aura and the innate presence he excluded were all wrong. It felt eerily similar to Iliana, yet completely different… like a shadow.
Reina stopped her pacing and moved towards her Prince, allowing her fingers to dance along the strands of hair covering his eyes. She smiled. "When will you wake up?"
"You look like shit."
Reina glanced towards the voice of the masked maiden with bitter resentment in her heart. The gold of her eyes slowly began to become clouded by a scarlet mist.
