Alpha King Dimitrio.
Ten days later,
The Coronation.
I am draped in crimson, ceremonial robes, they pool around my armoured boots and I am nothing short of a statue forged from impatience. The ai is thick with incense and anticipation, stretched taut as a bowstring. Light filters through stained glass depicting flagstones in a kaleidoscope of colours. I shift on the alter, and the clinks of my greaves echoes in the cathedral's silence. My gloved hands, usually wielding a legendary blade is empty in this very moment, waiting to hold her dainty fingers.
Where is Melissa? My queen-to-be. The woman who will share my throne, my burdens, and my destiny. It has only been few minutes on this alter. Yet, every fibre in my flesh aches for her presence. I can picture her; I can smell her…I can d
