The reports had been left on the desk of the man of the hour as he snored his book off from his face. The more he leaned, the more the wooden seat cracked, until pop. on the floor, with his head banging with the pain, he groaned, to turn around and open his eyes. His eyes shimmered in gold.it wasn't the sort of gold you'd normally find in any blonde men, it was the kind of rich gold that had a deep vibrating radiance to it, almost as if his eyes held the sun within them. Stretching himself to get up, up went his pocket watch, with the crest of the crown that he had been chained to, the glass of the clock had been cracked. Looking at it, made him furrow his eyebrows as he let out a sigh, before looking around, thinking hard about how he had gotten here. 

"and so it begins once more…"

he couldn't help but sigh at his own imprisonment, before the curtains lined up, to scatter the light within the room. the luxurious furnishings with the most detailed designs, the interior of his office was based on the color palette of the sky, ultramarine blue with shimmering gold. shelves piled with the finest winery a man could worth his life on, and books that cost more than half the nation. to his right was his armory of weapons, with blades as fine as a sharp gaze, embedded with gems and silver on its grip like mere stones. His working chambers alone were enough to dangle down women of all kinds, no one could ever even imagine having a tour in his living abode, his mansion that covered a ½ of the whole nation. There was no duchy that could compare to his, and he owned the region of the nation like a kids teddy bear. 

He walked through the corridor, the sun high in the sky, his hair reflecting it like a mirror, a curvy blonde that ruffled its way back smoothly. His expression had become indifferent compared to when he woke up, his demeanor had become oddly cold. Every step he took in his military white uniform that hid beneath the fur silk white coat, the atmosphere would grow heavier and heavier. 

"Sire, are you quite alright….? you look troubled…." 

asked the man that walked behind him. The uniform of the military soldier, white, with golden to contrast. He sighed to the question, before he lowered his gaze, recalling last night's events. 

"It felt too real."

his mind wandered deep into the meadows of all that he knew. What happened last night was but a mere dream to this world, but his intuition was too strong for it to be a mere dream. He remembered, shards, fragments, of a continuous cycle of events that took place before the sun had dawned upon the world.