The King

The man who was sat, shrouded in darkness even though it was broad daylight, opened his eyes after his subordinate left.

His eyes were as dark as midnight. Deep and mysterious as the sea. Luring both women and men alike to sudden death. His voice was as pleasant as a lullaby to a crying child. His charms and seductiveness could not be hidden either.

For the same day every year, he would sit in the dark room, staring into nothing.

Those who had worked under him for a few years knew about it, at first they found it strange. Over time they grew accustomed to it. It has become normal.

That man would sit in the windowless room, without any light for exactly twenty-four hours, without food or sleep.

One would wonder how he could remain awake in a dark, quiet and cold place for a day without trying to communicate with others or eating. It was more surprising he didn't fall asleep.

That man was actually keeping watch.