No one plays me

Francis snuck into the palace in the middle of the night. His curiosity got the better of him. He had to see the man he saw in Ander's head.

He made his way to the room trying to retrace the room he had seen. He needed to meet the man for himself to find out what it was that he was missing. His body and mind have been restless the whole time ever since they came back from the aisle of the lost souls.

He got to the golden door, the door from the memories. He pushed the door open and slowly walked in. He tiptoed to make certain that he was not heard.

He made his way to the bed, the person he sought slept on the bed. He was twisting and turning on the bed, he didn't look like he was having a good night's rest.

"Who are you?" he mumbled sitting down next to the king.

"Your lover and your husband," Alex opened his eyes and looked up to him. "Also a dragon which means I heard you the moment you opened the door."