Same pain... Different fate

The heavy pouring drumming on the roofs echoed into the ears of the people inside. The air was cold, but it did not stop the night activities of many. Wrapped in a black fur coat and hidden under the disguise of the night, Prince Theron sneaked out of his quarters like a thief in the depths of the night.

Within the hidden parts of the Western Tower, Kim paced around desperately, his fingers tight on his sword and his eyes eagerly staring into the quiet dark path as if expecting someone.

Time ticked away slowly, and the more the seconds flew by, the more tense he became.

"He will not come," he murmured as his heart settled, but then he could not deceive himself. Months of knowing the second prince, and he was no man to keep him waiting. Kim sighed tiredly, then slowly squatted down.