Evandros quietly sat on his throne, his legs carelessly sprawled wide, and a smoke pipe was in his hand. His gaze was hazy but intense enough to pierce through the fragile one.
He had forgotten what he was like.
What was he like when they were together and happy?
All of him was hazy but she...he remembered how she was. How she silently looked after him...she wasn't a very expressive one but when he needed her...she showered him with what he was lacking.
He couldn't believe how easily his father fooled him. He couldn't believe he trusted him...no he didn't trust him. He never did, after Megara his father was his target but in the end he still ended up being his puppet.
He was too broken...he thought that pain would go away but it only got worse when he came to know that she had a liking toward Evenor and then the promise his father made with him, had the fire in his heart raging.