"What are you doing here?"
"Do I need a reason to visit you, Asterias?"
"Surprised you didn't bring that bi—"
"Asterias!"
Opening his eyes, Asterias looked at Allard. He was staring at him, his expression taut as the white-haired male couldn't help but laugh. The sound left his lips crudely as he crossed his legs, quirking a brow.
"You're always so sensitive about her, do you like her?"
"She is a precious woman, you know that," Allard answered back, "Our childhood friend and—"
"Yes, she is the only daughter of the Duke. Lovable by all," Asterias said waving it away, "So what are you doing here?"
Allard looked at Asterias, chained up. "Why are you always like this?" He asked, he almost sounded breathless. In awe that Asterias did not show a modicum of concern or control. It was as if he was just ready to traverse through hell. Why did he not show any concern or levity for the situation? What was his issue?
