You can go now. Go... Go to your new King's place."
The faint yellowish sunray greeted him as Ken tardily lifted his eyelids. The blue that was the colour of sky peeked through his window, green drapes hung heavily on its sides. Ken shifted, letting the fabric of his comforter slide down his lap, sitting with a hand threading through the dark fringes. His throat suddenly felt dry.
He fisted a hand before his mouth, letting out a string of coughs—but the sounds were immediately swallowed by the stillness his room presented. He clenched his eyes shut almost desperately, striving to clear away the pestering clouds inside his mind. It was hard, though. Gradually everything became harder day by day, ever since that time. The moment when Shinou's words pierced right through him like a knife.
Sighing, he shook his head; wavy, feathery black locks swung as he did. He turned on his heels, reaching for his much needed glasses, and waltzed straight to the drawer. A couple of black uniforms and other bare necessities were shoved into a waterproof beige postman bag, and he huffed in silence.
It was time to go to his place, but the weight on his chest made it difficult.