225 What is happening here?

Alexander Octavius IX. 

The ninth king of Feuersturm. 

He was sitting beside Faustina, looking at the sea with sapphire blue eyes deep in thought. 

The moonlight was gleaming against the vast oceans. The world was quiet; the air, which was as cold and crisp as fresh apple, felt good against Faustina's face. She turned towards the king. He bore a different air today, as if he was contemplating about something. He also acted oddly, which made Faustina wonder how things are going in Feuersturm.

"I used to come here to investigate the Forsaken, hoping to cross paths with him again." The king murmured. "Hoping to put an end to all of this."

The king wasn't wearing his usual luxurious fur robe—he only wore outdoor clothes, though it still had marked how he had a considerably high authority. But seeing him like this made Faustina wonder how much a person's appearance didn't matter, as long as they bore the same elegance and sophistication.