The door of his room was pushed open as Daryl walked back inside, blood was dripping down his claws making Carlisle tut in disgust. " At least wipe the blood, you are making the carpet dirty."
Only then did Daryl look down at the blood on his hands and bowed apologetically. " Forgive me, your highness, I was in a hurry and showed you such a disgrace."
" Of course, disgrace is all that's left in my life," sneered Carlisle clenching his fists as he tried to suppress the pain that was overriding his nerves. " I asked my men to bring me a mage that will solve my problems at once but till now they have only bought useless pieces of trash, if this goes on then I will just end up dying because of severe pain."
