Rayven went to a room on the other side of the castle, far away from where Angelica was sleeping. He didn't want to hear her breathing, smell her scent, or even think of her being anywhere near him. He didn't want to ask himself why she looked the way she did and why she came here of all places.
Why?
The woman most have lost her mind. He could kill her here and no one would even know. Not that they would care about a traitor's daughter.
No human had ever dared to climb the hill and come to his castle. That is why he liked this place. He could be left all alone, far away from everyone, but not anymore.
He went to sit in a corner of the darkroom, trying to think of anything else. Trying to distract himself. It felt like he was suffocating in his own home. He couldn't take more of this torture so he went back to do what he had been doing earlier.
He let his claws out since he didn't have his dagger with him, and then began to peel his face.
