Everyn's POV:
After the cacophony of voices and sounds die down, silence traps my mind. Everything is under a thick blanket of silence and confusion that swallows my thoughts as if they have never even had a voice before. And on top of the thick blanket of silence, there's him.
Red hair, vicious green eyes, an almost doxy smile upon his face as he waited patiently, sat upon his throne, with the crown made of bones on his head. The smell of his perfume is ever present and besides the thick dead wood smell, I can feel something else. I was not sure if it was something real or just my mind playing tricks on me, but it smelled like snow. Like cold freezing everything around.
He's not very far. I feel that if I reach my hand to him, I will definitely touch him. Would he reach back to me and
