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Perhaps he should have become a hermit. The King thought to himself as he stood at his balcony. The window to his room was open and he was looking towards the garden that was behind his palace. The palace floated above, and the garden was on the ground, but it was thick enough for the King to look at it to see how the flowers were doing. It was something for him to look at as he felt the rays of the hot sun beat down on his skin. He felt his royal jacket heat up, and instead of suffocating him like it would for most—it warmed him like a blanket. The King enjoyed being in the heat because it was the light of the sun that he needed to be in.

The King let out a groan of annoyance as he thought about his day previous to this moment. Meeting with the senate, filing paperwork, and calling presidents and royalty from other countries. He had only worked for three hours so far and it was exhausting. Talking to so many people was something that he could only do for maybe an hour a day—so he felt that he was pushing himself to talk for this long. Even though he had to do it every day. He was in fact the King. It was only when he was unstable that he wasn’t able to get out of the room.

The White King moved to put his hands on the balcony, and tilted his head down to let the sunlight hit his neck and hair. He had a few moments of his peace until he heard a noise. His eyes looked towards the garden, and he stood up straight to watch what was unfolding. He had saw a black spot located near a fountain, and before long the spot had forced a figure into the fountain. Then the spot disappeared. The King watched the ordeal, and knew exactly what had happened. A portal had opened up and brought someone into his kingdom.

In a moment the King had turned away from his balcony to make his way out of the room, and towards the garden. He was rushing, but in a dignified manner in order to not alert one of the guards that something was wrong. For he did not want anyone to find out about the portal, and if this was a solider. He needed to find out by himself without someone annoying him.

Quickly, The King arrived in the garden and walked towards the fountain to have a better inspection of who this was. Was a solider? It was possible, but it was not the solider he was looking for. White thought as he stared at the one in his fountain.

“Do you understand what happened?”

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Sometimes, there was no rhyme or reason as to why the universe decided to punish someone. Perhaps this person had done a heinous crime, perhaps they were a murder. That would be the only logical explanation of why a black portal had decided to take in a victim to bring them to the world of citizens. A world where there were many things to love, but also many things to fear. One of them was a being that was both. A being that many had learned to fear, and one that was falsely loved. A King who had been standing out in his backyard. He was alone, and he was feeling the sunlight on his skin. It was one of his rare moments that he was taking to relax. There was no one that was around him, and that dulled the pain of conversing with others.

Instead he could feel the sunlight on his arms as he rolled his jacket up. His eyes clothes, and his head leaned back to feel the sun on his face. There was a light breeze today, and the grass was a beautiful shade of bright green from the nice weather. It was serene for the king.

That was until he had heard the sound of a portal opening. He did not move from his spot for a moment, but after that moment he had lowered his arms to roll down his jacket. His eyes opened, and he turned his attention directly to the portal that had spat out a human in an uncultivated manner. The white haired male moved as if he was walking above the grass, and his movement was that of a god. His clothes moving only slightly as he walked, and there was a glow that was coming off of him—it was soft and subtle but it was there.