Damien’s POV:
I paced,
I had nothing else to do, and my mind was restless.
My throne felt far too small for the thoughts crawling through my head, so, I was forced to stand up and start walking around. The echo of my boots against the marble floors was the only sound that filled the throne room.
The vast chamber smelled of smoke and memories – ones I did not want to ever recall.
The distant echo of footsteps other than mine made me breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” I muttered under my breath as I turned to face the heavy doors,
The doors swung open, and Marcus walked in.
He was different now. He had washed up, and was shaved, but he was thinner than I remembered and different.
His shoulders as he walked over to me were a little sunken, and his steps were cautious.
