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Allias did not seem to be in a hurry. He exited the room in a slow pace and observed the sleeping teen from the corridor he was standing. His eyes were shallow, cleared from any emotion, he looked like a lifeless doll staring right ahead. Not blinking, not breathing just standing silently there, observing. The only thing different from a doll was the fact that his heart was beating, frantically and the royal blood on is veins was on fire. A disaster that begun from his mind and his angered thoughts. Slowly reaching every organ, every muscle and every bone.
He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, thinking what he should do to make him hurt. He had helped him, he had promised him to protect him and he had failed but now Joe had crossed him, in the worst way possible and you should never dare to cross a King. Especially one who was fighting for his throne and power. Especially not Allias.