Across the burning fire, Azazeal stood at the edge of the circle, arms behind his back as he watched. The glowing flame illuminated his white hair, casting silver glimmers into the strands. He sat stiffly, his face blank and cold daring anyone to come his way. He was quiet not uttering a word to anyone despite the bustling scene. The villagers respected the distance around him as he was in an invisible perimeter.
But before he could fully enjoy his solitude—
A little figure with his small legs and unsteady walk, toddler towards the dangerous-looking king without a hint of hesitation in his steps.
Despite the stormy clouds hovering in his dark eyes, the tiny child in front of him sensed safety instead of fear.
Adrian stopped in front of Azazeal, looking up, his large, animated green eyes staring wide at the imposing man.
Azazeal raised a brow at the toddler.
"You again," Azazeal muttered, his voice a deep low rasp but it was no way unkind.
Adrian giggled.
