#perishedqueens

His third life. He was only just reincarnated, but did he really have to do this again? Yunan didn’t want to leave his spot. He knew that as soon as he’d walk into the lands of this world, he’d meet his new king candidate one way or another. It was fate, it was his destiny, his duty. He could not avoid it no matter what he did. However, he didn’t want the past to repeat itself. He was tired of it. It hurt too much. 

What should he do? 

It was then he sensed a very odd presence. The rukh around him started to appear, whispering incoherent words. Tilting his head to one side he looked at the being curiously. 

Zagan was used to people around him being aggressive around him, and being the kind of person who pissed other off easily he figured that it was just normal. He’d always been that kind of person, the one to anger others easily. So it was no surprise when she snapped at him. 

This woman, the wife of Elder David, the man he and the others despised. Mostly for the fact of how they had taken advantage of them as children, forcing them to believe that the other species where evil. When in actuality it was farm from that. 

“anyone can be lonely, don’t hold yourself above it simply because you’re the wife of David”, although his rudeness oozed out of his voice he really did mean it. Although he didn’t know how to convey what he meant in any other way other then the way he was doing. 

Zagan, in all honesty didn’t hate this woman. He didn’t really have much of an opinion on her. He really couldn’t care at all, so he had no concern about it. If she decided to cause any trouble then he would form some kind of opinion. 

Scheherazade stifled a sob against her clasped hands, the rukh continuing to flutter around her in discord.

“Why this suffering?”

Alone in her chambers, the Magi’s voice echoed like a lone bell atop the crumbling tower. She has seen, felt the danger fast approaching humanity. Al Thamen’s forces grow ever stronger and soon, they will be on Reim’s shores. She could not - will not allow it to happen!

But how? How can she stop them? Not just Al Thamen but the increasing mass of darkness and hatred clouding the horizon...

They look like old manga hands, the ones you see in older yaoi manga

I thought you were talking about his hand, until I looked at the tags

“Excuse you, but they never would have grown up as handsome as they did if it weren’t for my genes! I grew into my non-existent eyebrows and overly large forehead!”

“Apparently!” mama Bathsheba is confused and distressed