Bright Yellow Eyes

In a dark, cold room, Gabriel held the scarf carefully, so that there would be no creases on it as if it was a treasure then he took it to the window.

Seeing that moon in the distance he often thought that if he could possess that moon he would have risen and sunken the moon at his will. And there was someone else also, whom he had thought to possess many times.

Gabriel sighed at the thought that Elsa went somewhere without telling him. He didn't know her whereabouts.

Additionally, it didn't matter how powerful you are, many things cannot be held back. Gabriel lifted Elsa's scarf in the moonlight, slid his finger over the scarf, and mumbled over it, "Where did you go, Elsa?"

"Majesty,'' Gramson called and his eyes landed saw on his majesty who was holding a scarf like a treasure and constantly muttering something by looking at it.

"Gramson, tomorrow you'll send a decree to the Moon magistrate that his family has been charged with the murder of a girl in his village and for that,