Wrapped in rags and a matted cloak, the shy little maiden walks as fast as her legs can carry her. Looking over her shoulder every once in a while, hoping that they don’t see her. She walks faster and faster, disappearing in the darkness of the night till she finds what she’s looking for.

The lord.

The lord was there, as usual strong and silent, dark and sinister. She never understood the lord, yet she always listened to him. His words felt like a breeze from the calm, mystic oceans. But at same time, they contained a storm of chaos and destruction in them.

As soon as she tip-toed into the lord’s domain, he felt her presence. At once, he cleared his thoughts, scared that the little girl might read his mind. He looked straight ahead, ignoring her, reminding the girl that she’s not what he’s looking for. Acting strong, feeling weak, both sat in their own silence, staring into their own empty dreams.