"He was looking at the halfling with so much emotions. What was so interesting about the halfling at that moment? I mean he was unconscious and blood was pouring from his forehead, he wasn't naked or something," Ashton blabbered his frustration to Cyrus who had a blank expression while staring at Sage's painting on the wall.
The painting of her looking extremely fierce, her eyes fiery red, her hair swaying, fire surrounding her, and she was dressed in golden armour.
He and Ashton were at the abandoned wing of the castle and Ashton's voice sounded like a fading whisper as Cyrus' focus was on the paintings of his wife.
His lips twitched. "What a beautiful work of art." He muttered making Ashton who had being blabbering realize that Cyrus had not heard a word he said.
