C78 Golden Light

"Your Majesty," Aldrin says as his knee makes out with the porcelain floor, immaculate in its beauty, and exquisite in its design. It was the same floor of the castle's Grand Hall and where the king sat erect with a stern face. "We have returned."

"You planned to leave without saying your goodbyes?" King Jack eyes Aldrin's collected face. If he was a woman, he'd take her right then and there