Whether on purpose or unconsciously, he likes to scattering his words that begged to be questioned.
With every sentence, the number of things he wanted to ask multiplied like a snowball rolling downhill.
He wanted to point out how reckless it was to drug him, fool Somnus's eyes, and drag him all the way from the Deep Palace to Dragons territory, but that was not the point right now.
No. That was not what mattered.
"…Then why," he asked quietly, "why didn't you tell me, that you were Legolas?"
As the cold night wind brushed softly against his cheeks, what rose up in his mind were the memories he had once lost.
Somnus the prince of the Empire had grown into a full-fledged mage, returned to the imperial palace, and inherited the throne.
And he, in turn, had made frequent use of the new emperor, that very convenient existence.
He would drop by the palace whenever he felt like it, state his business and then leave.
