Neveah sat by her bed, watching King Jian who was now sound asleep, his breaths slow and evened out,
He had drifted off to sleep not long after laying down on Neveah's bed and Neveah could tell he had not thought he would find sleep, given as he had only taken off his outer robe, but still had his boots on.
His silver hair was splayed out on the pillow and he looked so peaceful, Neveah could not take her eyes away.
She had never seen him like this before, there were few expressions that King Jian was capable of, it was only in the past few days Neveah had come to know he was capable of much more than that.
But even so, there was always that cold, solitary aura around him, one that never quite dissipated, not even when he was amongst his brothers,
The dragon king was always on his guard, always wary, always conscious of everything and everyone around him, Neveah only recognized it for what it was now.