In the Royal Palace of Yastaz , the king's office/study was a mess. The books that were supposed to be on the shelf were strewn all across the floor, the chairs and sofas were ripped and sat in weird angles, completely far from where they should have been and the desk had nothing on top of it, as all the things on top of it had been thrown on the ground.
Away from all the chaos, the balcony was occupied by the perpetrator of the mess in the study/office.
The king sat on the sofa with his feet- one on top of the other- resting on the table in front of him. His left hand held a cigar that he would casually suck on after regular,short intervals.
In his right hand he held a shining object - that glimmered in the moonlight -
And observed it intensely, turning it from side to side.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the corners of his lips twitched upwards, slowly forming a mischievous smile that made his previously calm demeanor look evil.
He openly laughed, imagining the reaction Alexandria would have when she would realize that her pendant was with him.
He was very well aware that it was important to her, as when her body was having those painful changes, she had clutched this pendant, which, although slowly, had made her go back to normal.
Thinking about that moment, his focus immediately diverted from the pendant in his hand to the almost complete transformation that Alexandria experienced in between their battle.
'She experiences them too? There weren't any previous records of this happening with another saaya so I presumed I was the only one , but that clearly isn't the case. She was about to transform back there, how did she stop herself?'
In the past when they were together, whenever he used to transform, he needed her near him to calm down. After she was gone he needed to suffer those agonizing transformations, without anyone to help him out, because whenever they would try, they would always get seriously injured.
The worst part was that he wouldn't even be aware that he hurt someone or even killed them. The only thing he would remember, during the while in which he wouldn't be himself, was the sensation of his body being submerged in cold water.
But that wasn't the matter his mind was focused on.
'How had she been able to avoid transforming by herself? With the help of this measly pendant? Wait...this is the half of a heart...then who has the other half?'
After thinking about this matter for more than an hour, he got tired and slumped his head back thinking of all the memories he was able to remember of the both of them being together.
Thinking about them always made his heart peaceful, thus, slowly his eyes drooped peacefully and he fell into a deep sleep, unaware of whether his dream would be a good one or a nightmare.