Godfrey stood on a balcony. His focus wasn't on the orange light of the setting sun bleeding into the darkening clouds, nor on the swaying trees in the distance, but lost in nothing.
Neila arrived at the mouth of the balcony. She leaned on the frame, one hand on her waist as she sized him up with her two main eyes and six tiny bead-sized ones.
"You know… your back view is exactly the same as his."
Godfrey tilted his head, looking at her with one eye.
"This confirms it." Neila added, walked toward him, and folded her arms. "You are the Unknown King. You know, I've heard rumours of the Men of Gold but never got to meet them."
"You should be glad about that. You wouldn't be standing next to me if you did."
Neila slammed her shoulder into his.
"I doubt it. I'm good at killing predators. Run and bite when they're not expecting it. Works every time."
Godfrey raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
"You don't believe me?"
