A young but mature man sighed, sitting on his throne after much pacing in the massive throne room. This male was a well known and feared King, reigning over the presence of his submissive peoples with a fierce dominance that no one dared to speak against. To speak of the such ruler was to be met with harsh punishment. He crossed a leg over the other one, his sharp, well manicured nails of both hands were tapping against the handles of his throne which expressed his uneasiness. He wore silks of red and black that told other kingdoms that he was a force to never be messed with. Never ever. He glared across the room and sighed heavily, the next breath billowing past his parting lips with a presence of feelings known as frustration.
Known as Aki Devachi the King had been lonesome. The such reason was because of his previous lover being ill and sadly passed away after a long fight against the fever. He was human by bloodlines but his voice was something that spoke in the silent presence of blood soaked bones and bodies of enemies from the rival clan littering the battlefield. He sighed as he was tiresome of being the only ruler of the kingdom and had wanted to feel the presence of a new lover by his side. He had wanted someone special to lay down to slumber beside in the bed instead of being lonesome each day. He wanted to have children but before he could impregnate his previous lover he was unable to because of him passing to Heaven. Sadness bothered him greatly.
