Fraser stood in silence, watching Amelia continue to disrespect him by sitting on his throne as if she owned it. She kept talking to the single female guard that stayed behind while the others brought in men of the court and even Margaret.
He failed to get used to the fact that demons were real. This felt like one terrible nightmare that someone needed to shake him out of soon. He had to be sleeping. Morning had not come yet and since he was in deep sleep, his mother would soon come to shake him out of his sleep and he would be back to the world he liked.
"Fraser!" Beth's cries filled the throne room. She rushed to Fraser to hug him. When northern guards came and pulled her out of her room, she first assumed that Fraser was dead. No one would answer her questions about her son. "You are alright," she cried, relieved to see him still standing in one piece.
