The White King

Mally, the kings right-hand man. Gives you an encouraging nod as the two silver framed doors open up to a room. rows of shelves lined with books stand straight against the walls. Plants with their bright green leaves branch out, clinging to the gray stone walls. And there in the center of the room, propped up against a desk is a man. A stunningly beautiful man. his hair looks like silver moonlight. He looks up from his book. Your breath catches as he now looks at you with intense focus.