Eric stood outside the changing room. Maleeka had disappeared about fifteen minutes ago. He sighed, folding his muscled arms over his chest. His feet tapped impatiently on the floor. Women were always slow to get ready, he remembered how his mother was always late to almost every function. A smile graced his chiselled face, his mother never failed to look breathtaking.
Just thinking about her refreshed the feelings he had suppressed, which he had buried in the deepest part of his heart. The fight with Anton, the king of one of the western kingdoms, started this. It was the fourth kingdom to be conquered by his father Victor Ulrich, it was about to gain back their territory.
Land and people that were theirs to begin with, the peaceful treaty did not help. It was impossible when each king
