MEETING HIS FAMILY 2

I stepped out of the room to the halls for fresh air, I had been suffocating in there especially being close to the king. The hall had a little opening, one that seemed like a balcony.

I stood there placing my hands on the iron ray as I stared into the night sky counting the stars with my eyes. A cold gush of wind touched my face and I inhaled to calm my shaky nerves.

The full moon illuminated light into the halls as it gave light to the dark hall. It was beautiful, it made me recall my days next to Leviathan. I watched the moon and night sky most nights and wondered if he was doing the same. But I knew the answer to my question.

He might probably be fast asleep on the bed, breathing steadily as he always does. He was real yet feels so surreal since I got here.

It felt like he never existed, yet my memories tell me something else.

I still was unable to believe what I had just heard. I couldn't understand why they hated him so much. Why they would plot his death?