A crimson gaze flickered back and forth between the ocean which crashed to the shore and the children that ran along the grass and plucked flowers. The snow had melted. Although, the king remained in his caste, he had never seen such colors.
With his iced crown sat on his desk, he merely sat in his chair and stared outside. A gentle hand was placed a long his jaw; which earned a low purr from the man's chest.
But never in his life had he seen something like this...
The Next Chapter: That King, and Bloodshed.
Authors note; Yes I ended this fic. But I deleted the last chapter because... I'm continuing it.