Intertwined

Hendrix laid down on his bed usually longer than his normal mornings, that no one had seen him come out his room since day break. His mother had come to knock on his door severally in concern, but he had told her from his bed that he was okay and needed his space without distractions.

He had thought about many times in his head and heart, about how his meeting with Ayden would be like. The scenery of how they would stand and talk, and what Ayden who probably say in response to every of his questions in different approaches. He had tried to picture the scenes clearly, using the worst possible scenerio of anger ever, that Ayden could display in reaction to him.

It surprisingly went better than he had often imagined in his head, that he was over the moons considering that he had settled an old grudge. He was really at ease, to finally be at peace with him.

Never had thought so much about meeting Azalea, in that sought of manner that had met at the palace. Probably in the market, at