The next morning, when Zion woke up, he stretched off then held onto his head, because it as aching him and he gritted his teeth, wondering what was causing it, little did he know, whatever was happening to him at the time, was slightly his own fault.
He was the cause of it, the young man got out of his bed then stretched off and went into the balcony, where he looked at the beautiful city view before him and took in the fresh morning air.
'This city feels so peaceful, I would like it to stay that way, but so does the king and he is being pressured from every corner right now, I have to make sure that they don't get to him, no matter what, if they do then there will be hell to pay and it will all go to hell again,' He thought as his brows furrowed.
"Hey, what are you thinking about so early?" Someone asked and when he looked down, he noticed that Cyron was passing by at the same time and he chuckled.
