"Have mercy! Your Majesty!" A scream of agony echoed in the throne room, followed by the sound of bones cracking.
Hearing the scream, Ashton, who was speaking to a guard in a hallway on the opposite side of the throne room, sighed deeply and turned his gaze to the hall that led to the throne. "And he has returned."
"Indeed he has," he heard Stefan say and frowned deeply.
"Are you stalking me or something?" Ashton asked angrily, turning to face Stefan, who was now standing beside the nervous-looking guard.
"You might not realise it, but we share a castle." Stefan spoke with ease.
"However, you always seem to get involved with me." Ashton rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Leave." He told the guard, who lowered his head and walked away from the men.
"Last night, I saw him arrive in his dark state, with the queen unconscious in his arms." Stefan told Ashton, who looked at him with narrowed eyes.
