The promise of peace (part one)
(Soren's Perspective)
Looking out onto the crowd of vampires in the court room from my seat on my throne, and back up to the angels who float warily in the eaves, I suddenly wonder if everything I have done is enough.
It is unlike me to get doubts- even over something as monumental as a coalition of peace, and yet here I sit in roiling waves of anxiety wondering how on earth I will be believed without my counterpart beside me. Biting my lip, I scan my eyes across the swarming crowds, not truly seeing.
It has only been a few days, and the loss of her presence is already becoming to great a weight to bear. Who would have thought that the Scarlet Prince turned King would break down over something as seemingly insignificant as love? Or perhaps it is simply the toil and the stress of the day grinding at my bones.