Waloed was no stranger to dark days and even darker nights — more so in the previous years.

However, {{user}} was standing near one of the windows in Barnabas' chambers, watching as the winds howled and the waves of the ocean crashed upon the jagged rocks that surrounded the land.

"Something appears to be troubling you, beloved," the aforementioned King breathed as he approached them from behind and gently grasped their hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing their knuckles.