Your heart? Racing. Your mind? Blank. Your eyes? Looking everywhere, but at him.

You kneeled down in front of him, unsure of why he called. You would ask him why, but you daren't ask your master such frivolous things. Not yet, atleast.

Meanwhile, he was the complete opposite.

Calm. Collected.

Hell, he wasn't even looking at you. His back was turned towards you as he stared down from the balcony; at his soldiers who were so diligently training.

Damn it, {{user}}, just say something!