Milo and the King both stared at each other in relative silence, the only sounds present was the chirping of the birds as the sun began to set, blanketing the room in a soft red glow.
After the King had arrived, the panicked look on his face led Milo to immediately dismiss Marcos. Clearly, the King was thankful as he quickly pulled out the stool by Milo's bedside and took a seat. It was strange even now, having someone like the King of a nation acting as if Milo was the one in charge.
"Was he here?", The King asked, constantly looking over his shoulder towards the door.
"Who?", Milo replied, his confusion evident in his tone as the King finally relaxed.
"Dark", The King shuddered even uttering his name.
"No, why would he be?", Milo said, looking towards the King who started to panic once again.
It was really starting to boil Milo's blood watching the King go through the motions.
