His Destined Mate

A figure floated on the surface of the luxurious enormous pool. His red robe was opened slightly, floating around him. 

His long hair was fully submerged in the water giving him a godly look. His appearance wasn't far from it either. 

He was none other than the lord of the world. Lord Malik, the first king of this realm fondly called Qamarastan. The brightness of the sun dimmed in comparison to the beauty of the man.

It was one of those days when the man had the time to rest. Unlike others of high authority, Malik had no family or friends. He was a loner by nature and was used to being by himself.

Aside from his attendant, he lived in the humongous palace on his own. He sighed, enjoying the gentle feathery touches of the cool breeze on his exposed skin.

Since this was his private space, he didn't bother to wear anything under his robe. He was laying in the middle of a pool in his birthday suit.