The sunlight pierced through the curtains of Isaac's room. Waking up full of annoyance, he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over, a deeply confused look on his face. Despite everything he had said to Alfred the night before, it had been a lot to take in and kept him up most of the night. He had always known that Alfred was a peculiar person since the moment they first met. When he was proven to be a Blessed one, he assumed it was something to do with that, something to do with Sol's divine knowledge being passed on to a child.
But lying in the bed, deep into the night, he contemplated what Alfred said, the truth he had been allowed to hear. And it terrified him. He didn't understand what another world meant, he couldn't fathom what it would be like, especially after the outrageous claims Alfred made about it, but Issac knew he wasn't lying. Years of seeing through the lies of the nobility had allowed him to know.
