Chapter # 35

The grey clouds passed over the kingdom in the heart of a valley, it was a small kingdom with buildings that could be counted on fingertips. The grey clouds darkened the atmosphere even though it was afternoon. The Lord of this small Kingdom was standing by the window of his quarters, gazing at the buildings with an empty look in his ruby eyes.

"It's going to rain, don't you think?"

The younger lord is sitting on a plush chair, his legs resting on the table in front of him. He was there to speak with his brother but when he read the air he decided to keep it down. Nicolas can see the dark aura around Azekiel.

"Perhaps..."

Azekiel was a man of few words and fewer emotions. Nicolas spoke, "You looked bothered." The way his body language stiffens, Nicolas knows something's not right.

"I'm thinking."

"About?"

"Our alliance with the Zorath."

"Zorath? What do they want?"

"Same demands as before."