Valor flushed. "Father! What do you mean?"
"I served one, remember? Those who are leaders of the Eldritch will always find themselves with troubles." Gatemaster said.
Troubles. It's something Belialthorn didn't look for but always seems to find him. "Maybe I'll change that," Belialthorn said, though distracted.
"He certainly likes troubles, how else will he declare that he wanted to make me king?" Alaric said.
After their baths they wore black clothes, overlapping at the chest. A big cloak of the same color covered them.
Belialthorn snorted and made his way towards the gate, he looked back. At the stones and colored glasses of Twilight, the thousands of eyes he could feel on him. The Castle was sad to him, he could feel its sadness that he was leaving.
He wondered when he'll be back here and in a flash of uncertainty, if he would ever be back.
