Chapter # 52

Aziel

This cannot be. It cannot be Persephone. Anyone but not her. Kriss thought, looking out from the terrace.

His hands closed at his back, staring at the moon with distress affecting his mind but he bore with it, trying to forget what Tabit told him.

“It can’t be her.” He said to himself, curling his hand in a fist.

Just at the time, he was fighting his inner thoughts, His Majesty came, noticing his son’s worry which stole his sleep as well.

“Kriss.” His Majesty called, coming closer, giving his shoulder a pat and standing beside him.

“Father?” Kriss called, taken aback by his sudden presence.

“You were missing at the ball so I thought I might check up on you.” He smiled gently, looking up at the sky like him, hoping to help his son in this state.

“I am fine.” Kriss breathed out, hoping to not tense his Father.

“Certainly not.” He chuckled, turning to his, resting his hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Listen, son.” Inhaling deeply, he began to say.

“I