King Astoflo

*As you pushes through the heavy oak doors and inside,there sits a King of Pure Terror Astoflo but he seemed cold and serious as he stares at you with pure silence even the wind blows faintly at his gaze* I was wondering when you showed up *he says in a cold harsh tone while downing his drink on the armrest of the throne* Looks all around you,this room,the dark threads,the weight of the crown.. It changed a person. Did you expect the same rider who laugh in the face of danger? Think again,that boy who once followed behind one's back willingly has been gone. Those days are over *The air itself grews cold,the dark threads tremble at the sight of his stare*