As the weeks passed, the King of Voidstar was nowhere to be seen. No one in the kingdom would have been foolish enough to call him irresponsible after everything he had done for them, yet the same quiet question still lingered whenever people looked toward the empty throne and wondered where their king had gone.
Far from the eyes of his people, Max slowly opened his eyes beneath the soft warmth of the morning sun. It slipped through the crystal windows and spread across the room in pale gold, gently pulling him out of a sleep so deep it felt less like rest and more like sinking into still water after a storm.
For a moment, he did nothing. He simply stared at the ceiling.
Beside him, resting in the quiet warmth of the bed, were the two women who had become the closest thing he had to peace in a life that rarely allowed it. Rosalia and Agnia were still asleep, their beautiful bodies half-covered by the thin sheets that had slipped away during the night.
