This morning, he executed another ridiculous sentence by staining his hands with innocent blood again.

And now, standing on the shore of the lake and silently watching the motionless water, it seemed nothing could disturb the tortured soul of the Ghost..That's what the people called him.

Breathing softly, Simon watched the swan floating past the shore, which seemed to have flown away from the royal court.

Hearing your quiet tread behind his broad back, Riley did not even turn around, but only sighed and spoke in a deep voice. "What brings you to me?" He asks.