For a moment everything stood still as Serpine watched the ocean from his balcony, a glass of whisky in his hand. His eyes watched as the waves sapped and kissed the sand.
“Its not fair.” He whined, running a gloved hand through his hair as his stomach knotted and disgust rose up inside of him.
This holiday was meant to be a retreat away from all the feelings that plagued him back in the castle, but once again fate had not been on his side. He’d picked one of the worse times to come. Couples covered the beaches, filled the restaurants and wondered the streets.
His stomach churned again, putting him off of his drink but he downed it anyway. ‘Fine whisky shouldn’t be wasted after all.’ Baron’s voice rang in his ears.
“Whats the point?” He sighed, twirling the glass in his hands a few times before letting it slip and fall, shattering quietly at the bottom of the seven-story drop.
The young general stared at it for a moment before letting another sigh slip from his thin lips and then without another word or sound he pulled himself up onto the metal railing of the balcony. He stared out at the ocean, sucked in a deep breath and stuck out his arms. Cliche he knew but he’d always had a flair for the dramatics and now of all times was no different.
“One,” He stuck out on of his legs, ready to step off, “Two,” He sucked in another deep breath, “Thr-” He began to slowly lean forward but froze, his eyes widened as they landed on a figure on the beach.
The figure stool tall and broad but they’re features were blocked out by the shadow cast across they’re face.
“B-Baron?”
