The man sat motionless in the chair, his gaze fixed on the window as if mesmerized by the view outside. His eyes seemed to bore into the distance, but it was impossible to discern what he was thinking or feeling. His expression was a mask, revealing nothing – no hint of sadness, joy, or any other emotion.
His posture was relaxed, yet there was a sense of tension in the way he held himself, a sense of coiled energy waiting to be unleashed. The chair seemed to envelop him, but he seemed detached from his surroundings, lost in his own world.
The windowpane reflected a sliver of light onto his face, highlighting the sharp planes of his features. His eyes, though fixed on the view, seemed to hold a depth, a complexity that hinted at a rich inner life.
As the man sat there, the silence around him seemed to grow thicker, like a fog that clung to every surface. His stillness was almost unnerving, as if he was a statue carved from marble, his emotions chiseled away to reveal a smooth, impassive exterior.
Despite the calmness of his posture, there was an undercurrent of intensity, a sense that he was coiled and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His eyes, though fixed on the window, seemed to be absorbing everything, taking in every detail of the world outside.
The light from the window danced across his face, casting shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of his features. His eyes was unreadable.
As the moments ticked by, the silence between him and the world outside seemed to grow, a palpable tension that threatened to snap at any moment. And yet, he remained frozen, lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the horizon.
"Look who finally decided to come back. "
He did not need to look at the person to know who it was.
"You had your wife all worried," he chuckled finally getting the man to look at him.
"Silence would be a more valuable contribution than your meaningless words Alexander."
"Am only telling the truth but you're lucky I was here to keep her company so she doesn't miss the King too much." He said with a smile.
Christopher's eyes blazed with fury, his gaze piercing through him like a hot knife
"Isn't someone jealous," he chuckled "So did you find out why the attackers were following you despite knowing who you are? And the way they were ready to risk their lives like that knowing that you wouldn't spare them. What did they want?" He asked, his expression now serious.
"It is as we thought, they already know I have her in my posession. They want the same thing we want. They want her." Christopher said."