Dominic’s POV:
I stare at the reflection looking back at me in the bathroom mirror, its eyes are still a brilliant blue, but lack the vibrancy for life and are sparkling with anxious longing. Where there was once short stubble, a longer and darker beard waits for trimming. Even the once carefree skin on its forehead is now creased in a worried line that speaks of suffering. I sigh as I turn away from the reflection, not enjoying this new version of myself at all and I walk out of my bedroom to where I am expected in the throne room. My guards come back today with news from their search for Charlotte. My feet pace in long and hopeful strides, the air urging them forward in anticipation for good news. The looks on the faces in the room tell my heart to not beat so excitedly, making my bloo
