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NOAH'S POV

I let my eyes roll down the figure in front of me. He was heavily dressed, his golden plates of armour glinting under the yellow bulbs illuminating the throne room. I maintained my posture on the golden throne, it's soft cushions offering comfort to my back and lower back. My legs were crossed over the other and the facade of being courageous the guard in front of me was putting up, was certainly interesting to say the least.

"What did you say?" I let out slowly, my voice laced with ice and poison. It was late at night and everything had gone to bed except the moon or stars. " I don't think I heard you right."

"My King." Suddenly the guard couldn't look me in the eye. He seemed to have taken a peculiar interest in the cream colored walls of the throne room and the decorations each one held. Ranging from the giant clock in the corner, the huge portraits and the stained glass windows, he scanned them all, making sure he locked gazes with everyone and everything except me. "I