The dark shadows of the night drowned the area around the royal palace in its thick black blanket.
Rhaegar, concealed in his long black cloak, stood silently in the shadow before the princess' palace; only his bright, glowing amber eyes were visible in the blackness of the night, reflecting the silver moonlight.
Born with a shadow wolf, the man had no issue blending in with the shadows surrounding him, but his eyes were always flaming like two burning coals, betraying his presence.
Rhaegar took a deep drag of his fragrant cigar, exhaling thick gray smoke from his mouth.
Tonight, the pain was somewhat unbearable.
Smoking usually helped with that. Naveen was good with everything herbal, and she made sure to make this special blend of a pain suppressant just for him; for his personal and very irritating needs.
