With his feet dropping silently to the red carpeted floor, Elijah's menacing gaze became visible as he took off the hoodie of his cloak, his contempt-filled gaze staring at the old gray-haired man dressed in Royal embodiments. The calmness of his expression, the way he was at peace with himself while sleeping, like there was not a single trouble in the world for him, only made Elijah clench his fist tight till his knuckles turned whiter, and a look of fury consumed his gaze.
Taking closer step's to the bed, Elijah's gaze shifted to the single twin blade in his grasp, the edges of the sharp blade glinting against the penetrating moonlight, and all of a sudden, the rumbling of thunder in the air snapped him out of his dark thoughts, and he looked back at the window, staring at the lines of lightning that flashed in the sky above.
