Stay Here For The Night

Esther looked at the man who was staring out of the window blankly. She could smell the alcohol in the air, and it looked like didn't even sense her presence, as if he had numbed his mind from thinking or blocked himself from feeling anything. 

"Theron?" 

It was a soft voice, almost a whisper, but King Theron felt as if he was stabbed in the chest upon hearing the sadness in that familiar sweet voice. He thought it was an illusion caused by his drinking at first, but then he realized that the invisible pull in his soul was urging him to turn around.

Slowly, he turned his head to look at the woman standing in the middle of his bedchamber. Her beautiful eyes were moist and full of guilt. The sight instantly sobered him up.

It was his wife, the same wife he loved more than anyone else in this world, yet seeing her standing there felt so strange.