Zoey carefully stepped outside the bathroom. She was wearing the exact same shirt he was wearing. The only difference was the color yet they were the same shade as grey. She held her hand behind her as her eyes wandered where he could be this time.
Just then, Zoey saw his figure through the glass door leading to the balcony. Matthew was just sitting there with a bottle and a glass of wine to his side. She could only see his back, the soft ray of the moon shone upon him.
She stayed in her spot, just staring at the seemingly magical view of a lonesome king.
A picture of a man who stood at the top just like a true king.
People respect and bring their guard up, taking caution around him. Even among his men, there was a distinct line between Matthew and them.
'He must be so sad all alone up there...' Her subconscious mind whispered in her ear.
"He must be..." She whispered in the air, her eyes softened as she felt her heart clench.
