Strike One

Jotham, Silveran Capital.

2030.

Feeling like a deflated balloon, Yuka resumed his position by the pool. Recently, every day of his life seemed to serve as a horrible reminder of the inevitable chaos that could break out if he ended up marrying Anya and ascending the throne of the Silverans. His heart began to ache at the mere thought of it. He suddenly felt very dizzy, it startled him. Just as quickly as it came, it vanished. He blew out a breath, wondering what had just happened to him.

"Are you alright?"

He stiffened at the sound of Hazel's voice. He turned around and there she was, looking as beautiful as always. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, but..."

He cut her off.

"It's not a disturbance if I'm okay with it" he told her. She nodded in understanding and started to approach him. When she got to his side, she sat down beside him.

"I guess you heard everything," he sighed and she lowered her gaze.