CHAPTER 6 The Future Queen (1)

　　~Somewhere in Duminstian~

　　Reagan was sitting at the edge of his bed, his head with thick strands of dark-dirty blond hair slightly flopped down as he reminisced all that had happened recently. His attractive face with bristling eyebrows, straight solid nose, concrete jaws, and defined cheekbones looked tired as he pressed on his temples. His not-so-thin luscious reddish-pink lips were slightly parted, and his eyelids with long lashes were shut.

　　His doorknob twisted, followed by footsteps, and his second-in-command came to stand before him. Griffin's honeyed eyes peered at Reagan, with neither of them uttering a word as he took in the situation in front of him.

　　"...Ahem." Griffin cleared his throat after a moment of silence. "Your Majesty, this is the third one this week!" he finally spoke weakly about the lifeless body on the bed.