I kept tossing and turning in bed, the old woman's words still ringing in my head "You must fulfill the prophecy or be consumed by the darkness ".What did she mean by this?
I asked Alex on our way back and he said it was nothing, that Luna was just trying to scare me, that she went mad after finding her whole family slaughtered and her story was made up.
Maybe he was right, but I still remembered how her gaze stared deep into my soul, like she had been waiting for this day all her life, and the way Alex looked angry. This couldn't be nothing. Even though her appearance looked unkept, she sounded so sure of what she was saying. And why was she afraid of Christopher?
I couldn't sleep with all these questions on my mind. "Maybe some milk would help." I got up and went to the kitchen, not a single person in sight. Everyone was asleep.
I poured myself some milk, and when I was ascending the stairs, a thought crossed my mind.
Why was Alex the only person allowed to go to the King's room? Then I finally knew why. Maybe the rumours were true and the King liked men, so did that mean Alex was his boyfriend? I covered my mouth at the sudden realisation.
I still wanted to see what his room looked like and maybe take this opportunity to look for what my father wanted since no one was around. This was my chance.
I pushed open the door to his room, the creaking of the hinges echoing through the silence. I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, the only light coming from a faint moon glow seeping through the heavy curtains.
The air was thick with the scent of his cologne. His room was a reflection of him- cold, calculated and precise.
The furniture was sparse and minimalist, with clean lines and a lack of ornamentation. A single, flickering candle cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the shadows themselves were moving.
The bed was a sleek, black affair, with crisp, white sheets that seemed to glow in the dim light. A few, select pieces of artwork adorned the walls, each one chosen for its dark, haunting beauty.
The overall atmosphere was one of cold, calculated precision, as if every item in the room had been carefully selected to create a sense of detachment and isolation. It was a room that seemed to repel warmth and intimacy, instead embracing the darkness and the shadows.
This room looked nothing like a King's room.
"What are you doing here Princess?"