"You know that kid, Lady Merisa?" The King of Atlantis spoke casually, a faint trace of amusement in his deep voice. He had been watching her for quite some time now long enough to notice the way her gaze had remained fixed on one particular spot.
"If you want," he continued, letting out a light chuckle, "I can have him brought up here. Maybe a little talk?"
He followed her line of sight and quickly found the reason for her distraction a young man standing among the crowd below. Handsome, yes, but more than that… there was something unusual about him. Something difficult to define, yet impossible to ignore.
The king glanced back at Merisa.
As always, her face was unreadable cold, still, emotionless. A mask carved from ice. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. So, being the straightforward man he was, he simply asked.
