The thing that awoke Niccolo up from his slumber was the streak of sunlight pouring into his room through the gaps of the curtains. With eyes still half opened, he groaned, realizing that his nape hurt terribly from the position he had fallen asleep. He was still in his desk, a burnt out candle and multiple parchments strewn all over, most of them new. Slowly as Niccolo's eyes adjusted to the room, he stretched his arms out, until the scent wafting into the room hit him. Like an eager dog, Niccolo sniffed the air, feeling his insides soothe from the delicious smell of pancakes and eggs and mountains of bacon. It has been quite a while since he had actually craved for food. Over the last few days everything had seemed so dull to Niccolo, with their music failing them, Niccolo never really felt hungry, or he did but didn't bother to eat. Now, he felt famished, and he was eager to eat, because something told him he did not need to worry about writing terrible music anymore, for he had

~You’re my sun, the one and only in this worldI bloom for you, but you make me thirstyIt’s too late, too lateI can’t live without youEven if I‘m drying out, I try harder to reach you~ - (BTS) Run ---- ------ -------- -------- -------- ------------ Stefanos frowned at the sight before him. With his hands folded around his chest, Stefanos stared at his surroundings, watching as sellers and buyers continued their day to day activities, screaming the price of this vegetable and that meat. Nothing had changed. The village of Vesilios was just as it had been, like as if Stefanos had never left. While to him it felt like he had spent a whole year in Elixie, to the people of the village it was just another usual week. But a tiny little difference had actually occurred. You see, the girls that were captured as slaves along with Xenia, had returned home as well. How you ask? Quite simple actually. One, the Queen of Elixie and former princess of

~It feels like everyone's happy but meIt hurts more when I smile than when I cryThough I try to hold it back every day, though I try to hang in thereBut it's not working so wellRight now, what I need is your hand~ - (TXT) Run Away ----- ------ ------- ------ -------- ------- ------ Draco had never thought he would have the leisure of seeing Stefanos aboard, or even better, enter his humble tower. Leaving a stunned and flabbergasted Xenia behind, Draco left in a hurry with a dizzy Stefanos, who, due to his rut situation, wasn't really faring well. Not only was his wolf in turmoil, but his human body had lost a lot of energy as well, so when Draco and he had engaged in a fight, it was clear who was winning. Draco, of course. Making sure not to hurt him too much, Draco left the man for unconscious and soon asked, no- pleaded with Xenia to just go home for the day and that he would take Stefanos back. And to his surprise, the omega obliged, not ar

~This is the real you and this is the real meNow we've seen the end and not even resentment is leftI've woken up from the sweet dream and I close my eyesThis is the real you and this is the real me~ - (BTS) Outro: Tear ---- ----- ---- ----- ------ ---- ----- ------ Stefanos's eyes slowly drifted open as he heard the soft knocking on his door, before the knocker pulled open the door himself and in walked Draco, but he wasn't alone. From Stefanos sitting position on the bed, he watched as Draco ushered another man inside the room, perhaps in his forties, with a bushy moustache and spectacles that sat in the tip of his nose. "Stefanos de Vesilios?" The man asked, but for some reason, the said man couldn't bring himself to answer. All he did was stare. Which of course didn't sit well with the new comer, for soon Draco was covering for him. "Yes, that is him Mr Gregoire. He is the patient." "And does his illness also state that he is mute?" "Yes

~I am afraidI am shatteredI’m so afraidThat you will leave me again in the endOnce again I put on a mask and go to see you~ -(BTS) Truth Untold ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ ------ "They are gone aren't they?" "What are?" "The flowers. The one that just bloomed. They are gone right?" Silence. "Just tell me already Sire, it's written all over than grin you have plastered on your face." "What is?" "THAT THE FLOWERS WERE STOLEN!" "Why ask if you know?" "So they were?" "Wraya, I'm trying to have a peaceful breakfast." Stefanos interjected, placing his spoon down and staring dead beat at the dragon who munched on a huge piece if raw meat carelessly. "Then stop grinning like a maniac." "Know your pl-" "My place, yes, I know. How can I forget? When I'm always busy saving a certain master’s sorry butt, how can I forget my place huh? When I'm- ALRIGHT I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'LL GET OUT NOW!" Wraya screamed the last bit when Stefanos lunged at