Zaks POV:
I woke up early in the morning. I yawned, sitting up. The blanket slid down from my chest to my lap. I stretched my arms out before I scooted over to the end of the bed. I slid off the bed, walking to the door of my room and exiting the room.
I walked down the hall, my socks padding against the marble floors. I didn't bother to put on any shoes; I was only getting up for water anyways. I walked down the spiral stairs, all the way down to the floor which the kitchen took place on.
I yawned again, entering the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, my breath stopping. There in front of me was Jschlatt.
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'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1
FantasíaZak's life was everything any civilian could ever dream of. He was a royal. Servants serving him, money, fame . . . That's something everyone dreamed of. Well, none of them, including Zak, would ever dream of the events that awaited Zak on November...
