The night was cold, almost harshly so. The trees danced to the chilly, singing wind, and the moon dazzled like a ball light.The dormitory was quite busy. Students went on and about even though it's already past 10 pm.He stood outside by the bar gate, which allowed him to see the inside of the humongous three-storey building that housed hundreds of students. The lamps and security lights helped the moon illuminate the verdant surroundings more.He received a lot of glances from students who passed by, but he didn't care. Perhaps they found him weird and called security, or maybe not, or maybe Dan explained to them or sent them away, but thankfully, nobody bothered him.He chugged on a bottle of rum as he lingered in the passenger seat of his car, his feet lodged to the ground and his eyes fixed on the gate.He wasn't waiting, in particular, neither was he going to barge in. Or maybe he would, but perhaps he shouldn't. Truth is, he didn't know what he's doing there, nor was he aware of

“Your Majesty.” Mrs Peoni curtseyed before him as he walked into Isaac's room accompanied by his page and Dan. Isaac lay in the middle of his bed in a sheer cotton shirt, deep in slumber, and the duvet covered up to his waist. “How is he?” He asked worriedly, his eyes not shifting from his son. “He woke up four hours ago, around 11 pm. The doctors checked on him and his vitals were back to normal. He had a light meal and freshened up before falling asleep.” The king furthered into the room and sat on the empty side of the bed to give Isaac a better look. He ran his fingers over his son's head, and Isaac twitched a little. He had bags under his eyes, and his lips were pale. His father held his hand, which laid before his trunk, and leaned in to give him a kiss on his temple. He knew Isaac would definitely beat himself up due to the past events, but he didn't expect it to be to the extent that he'd fall unconscious. When he called that morning, Dan informed him that Isaac's heal

“Your Majesty.” Ben bowed even though he's kneeling. Natalie faced him, then at Isaac, who went on his feet. The man had to be related to Isaac somehow. The physical trait was indisputable. But given his age, he wouldn't be Isaac's brother. Uncle? Or FATHER?! Natalie gasped quietly from shock and fear as she also sprang up to her feet. Isaac faced her, his head failing to tell him anything suitable to do in that awkward situation. He looked up again, wishing his father would just disappear, but contrary to that, he headed for the flight of stairs and began climbing down. Isaac stepped in front of Natalie, giving her hand a loving squeeze. “Bow and greet him when he's here, say nothing more afterwards.” She nodded, even though she didn't understand why he wanted her to say nothing. The king stopped before Ben, whose face was still floorwards, but his eyes were still on the woman behind his son. “Good morning, Your Highness.” She trembled as she bowed improperly. “Your Ma

Isaac followed the hospital director through the eighth floor's blue and white halls, where an eerie chill hung in the air, an indistinct quietness prevailed, and a subtle hint of lavender struggled to emerge from the overpowering antiseptic scent.They stopped in front of a steel door, and the director used his ID to allow them access.The white room was padded and had only a single bed against the far wall, a cabinet at an angle, and a TV hung on the wall.Isaac's heart reached out to his brother, who was in a hospital gown, reclined on the wall with his face buried between his knees, which were pulled to his chest.“Why is he in this room?” Isaac asked the director.“He's been trying to harm himself to escape, his Majesty permitted us to bring him here.”Isaac faced his brother again, and he raised his head to look at the intruders.Vincent's baggy dejected eyes flashed with hope as he saw his brother. He jolted to leave the bed, but his hands were tied with a rope, which was fixed

They say communication is the basis of a strong and healthy relationship. Natalie couldn't agree more with that than she did at that moment. Having never been in a committed relationship, she never knew what she'd want from a man to keep her ‘interested’ and feeling loved. At first, Isaac seemed like the ideal man. A ten over ten. Practically, he's a man a large percentage of girls would want. And she got him like a wrapped gift from the sky, effortlessly. But could the gift wrap be all she should take off to wholly appreciate him in all his essence? Or was there more beneath his dazzling persona? She's starting to see him as a beautiful enigma, one she couldn't unravel and didn't want to toss away. He had secrets, a lot of them. There were a lot of things he kept from her. And even though she tried to understand that maybe he's doing so for her sake, she couldn't help but be curious, could she? He's supposed to return the day before, which he didn't. And then he appeared