"Your Majesty," Aldrin says as his knee makes out with the porcelain floor, immaculate in its beauty, and exquisite in its design. It was the same floor of the castle's Grand Hall and where the king sat erect with a stern face. "We have returned."
"You planned to leave without saying your goodbyes?" King Jack eyes Aldrin's collected face. If he was a woman, he'd take her right then and there. But he wasn't. He had to repeat that to himself a few times while looking at him because something inside him still wanted him despite knowing that crystal clear. And that was a sin.
Atlas stood behind Aldrin without bent knees and just his aggravated face to show. He interjects loudly, "We made a deal, old man! Amara finds the people responsible for the mass poisoning and you leave her healing alo
