- Saranjana Kingdom, Thirteen Years Later
Golden sunlight spilled through the wide glass windows, painting the chamber in warmth. It fell across the face of a boy still tangled in his sheets, lost in sleep.
*Knock Knock*
The sound roused him. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes. They were nothing alike, one, a deep blue like the endless ocean, calm yet carrying unfathomable depths; the other, crimson as fresh blood, glowing faintly in the morning light.
"…Prince Askara, are you awake?"
The boy, Askara D'Archy Hidayat, groaned softly, pulling himself upright.
He pressed his fingers to his temple, as if warding off the stubborn fog of dreams.
"…I am," Askara murmured, pushing himself to his feet. "What is it? I thought there was no agenda today"
