"Jareth."
Her soft cool voice called his name in a low whisper but his sensitive ears heard it.
At the mention of his name, Jareth finally left Clive and looked up. It was that moment that he noticed several eyes where zoned out on him.
Everyone was surprised to see the new duel that was happening without a formal and proper notice. What was even more shocking being the fact that their leader was mercilessly beaten and they knew not why.
Leaving Clive, Jareth walked back to where Astrid stood at the side of the house and pulled her away with him.
Immediately he left, several guards rushed up to where their leader laid on the ground and quickly put Clive on a stretcher to take him to the infirmary.
Up until now, Snow was still in his slightly big form due to the rage he was feeling. It was not until he saw his master safe in the arms of her lover that he finally relaxed and let it all go.
"Master, I am sorry."
