The sound of urgent footsteps broke the ambience in the room as a guard announced, ''Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned you.''
The voice was shaking, there was trepidation and nervousness, fear and panic.
''Alright,'' Azrael did not even wait for the demon guard to leave before he turned around to face Lareina again. He cupped her face, leaned in towards her and kissed her forehead and utter the three words in that gentle tone that bound her in his spell for ears to come, ''Wait for me.''
'Wait for me'
Those were the last words he had uttered back then.
Soft whispers by Lareina's ears brought her back to her present. As she opened her eyes, she realized she had fallen asleep at some point.
She moved slightly and felt a weight on her chest.
"You are awake,'' the hand around her waist tightened, telling her that Azrael's presence in her room was not a reverie.
When she looked up, Azrael gazed back at her indifferently.