"sounds like a Zoya command"
he raised a bow, gaze drifting off to the large window where ethe sun was sinking away below the horizon
"where am.i needed?"
a slow, melancholy melody that echoed through the room, large windows allowing for the weak light to spill in , sunset hues painting a fire accross the gilded tile floors.
sat now with ivory under his ringed fingers ,silence deafening the darkened room as the young king sat there in the weak light of dusk, head bowed, as he felt the dying warmth of day fading away .
his eyes slid closed, as his fingers began to press down once again, picking out+