At midnight, Victoria found herself with King Alvar in the King's office once again, but this time her hands weren't bound with rope she hadn't spent the night in the dungeon. Funny how then, she was convinced she would be very much by now…but she was still alive.
"Ah, you're here." Alvar said, when she had arrived. He stood by the large window with a large brown hardcover book in his delicate looking hands. The crescent moon outside, cast a white glow which bounced off his skin. Giving him the look of an ethereal being. Which Victoria supposed he was.
Wasn't he Kas, a god reincarnated into a King?
His long silver hair wasn't pulled into a low ponytail like it usually was, and his eyes, looked so…
"Did you hear what I said?" His voice abruptly brought her back to reality.
"... Pardon,Your Majesty?"
"I said take a seat." Alvar repeated, giving her an unreadable look.
