[Midnight, Royal palace.]
'Urgh, my shoulder hurts like hell.'
Akamir thought, rubbing his collarbone as he walked through the corridor.
It's been more than four hours since his shoulder was ripped by the elf.
Though, in just a few hours he was in somewhat good condition now.
And…
Right now, he was making his way towards the Queen's bedroom.
Nayomi floated just close enough to keep an eye on him.
"Are you going to do it?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Akamir blinked twice. "Do what?"
"Oh, come on." she scoffed. "She isn't calling you to discuss politics in her room."
Akamir winced as he let out a sigh. "I know."
Truthfully, he wasn't sure if this was the right time.
Inara isn't in her right mind, she lost her family today.
A part of him feels like it wasn't the right choice to meet her.
But….
'It's better to not delay it for too long.'
Akamir liked Inara a lot.
She was a girl who had all the qualities that he wanted in his partner.
