He placed the mask on the shelf.
Valyrxa.
His gaze fixed the mirror in front of him.
'So...the king of camelot is missing.'
He sighed.
'I expected him to be dead, but this works too.' Valyrxa said, using his hand to pack his black hair in a pony tail.
At first glance, he looked like your regular prince, who cared deeply for his kingdom. On the other hand, he was secretly running a scheme behind the scene.
His love for Artoria was something he had always kept buried, at least until he heard about her supposed marriage.
This angered him even more when he heard the man she married was a random man who was nothing but a guest.
How could she have married someone who wasn't of royal bloodline.
The answer was simple. She loved him. And this didn't sit well with the prince.
