Capítulo 101: The Ginger and The Blonde

"PERCIVAL?" Rafel stared as the young man stepped into the light. The wisps of white radiance from the lamps in their shared living room fell into the boy's golden hair. Percival was as blonde as he remembered; a bit rougher on the edges, but still the same golden boy of the royal family. In this case, FORMER royal family.

"Hi!" Percival drew near and waved.

Rafel flipped the switch and more light glowed in the room. He noticed Percival had lost the usual playboy vibrancy in his eyes. Gone was the warmth and perpetual smirk on his face. It was replaced by a shadow Rafel knew all too well: grief.

Rafel didn't ask. But he wondered what the new King had done to the rest of the Royal Van Imperias. It couldn't be anything good.

Percival continued, "it's you, er...Your Grace. I'm so happy you're my roommate. I half expected a dork to show up, considering how the school council pairs roomies. B-But it's you, Lord Israfel."