AT ELEMENTIA TELLURIAN
The queen of Ignis was on the very corner of the room. Her arms wrapped around her knees and her eyes throwing intense gazed to King Amarpolo who was sitting on the edge of his bed. It could not escape from his eyes that Ibril’s eyes were red. He noticed that there was a slight cut on her lips as well. Did he do that? He asked to himself. He remembered how he slapped her. Yes, he did.
The sun’s light already shone through the window. Amarpolo decided to stand up after ten long hours and walked towards her.
“Until when are you going to stay like that?” Amarpolo asked to Ibril who never uttered a word after he locked her up in the room. She was already on that position when he entered the room after a long day. She looked up and darted another stare. She hoped that
