On The Porch At Midnight

Owen sucked in a long breath as his wide eyes absorbed what lay to his front.

"Huh, where is Lucas?!" said Owen, his hand still clutching the backrest of the royal chair while his eyes were on the empty chair that had no occupant. The only thing on the seat of the chair was Lucas' long black jacket.

From where Owen stood previously, the long jacket hanging down from the chair's seat made it look like Lucas was sitting but that wasn't the case.

Owen's eyes narrowed down, once they had absorbed that Lucas wasn't anywhere. Clicking his tongue and exhaling a sharp breath, Owen saw the chair for the last time before turning his head to his right.

Releasing his hand clutching the chair, he outstretched it and pointed his finger to the window.

"He was standing right there and watching over the celebration!" Owen said brusquely as his mind reminded him of how he had seen a pair of red eyes in the window of Lucas' study room that was pitch black while he was giving a speech that had his hea