King Rorke

How my troubles were so trivial in my youth, a great many things have changed since then...I was once in love, a far and distant memory. My wife soon saw to her demise, but my heart will always belong to her, forever. My first and last love until the end of time. Shewyn, was only a slave...and an elf...but I loved her nevertheless.

"I do not wish to see another would be adventurer claiming to have killed a dragon seeking compensation!" I snapped, suddenly on my feet, I turned to stalk out of this chamber.

"Your Majesty. They information pertaining to Oswin." My head snapped back to see two young people standing just within the doors. 

"Come closer!" I command down the long chamber. The two figures approach, the shorter of the two more reluctant. 

First I noticed that the taller was definitely male. He had black hair pushed back from his pale purple eyes, his skin a golden colour. Which told me he was no royal. His clothes were relatively dirty and in poor repair. My eyes then flashed to the shorter one, which until now I had not realized was a woman. My heart stopped in my chest, I gripped onto the throne to steady myself. It was as if I had seen a ghost, for a second I had seen my beloved in that face, were my love had auburn hair, this girl had blond hair. But she had the same shade of green eyes as she. 

"Who are you?"