Ashton stood in the center of the empty throne room, his eyes scanning it constantly, his arms crossed across his chest, fists clenched tightly.
Was he concerned about the battle that would take place that night?
He didn't bother looking for Cyrus, knowing that he was most likely in the castle's abandoned wing.
He sighed deeply and let go of his arms, revealing their claws.
Mirabella entered the throne room, her steps elegant and careful as she approached him.
When Ashton noticed her, he turned to face her and smirked.
"What are you concerned about?" Mirabella inquired, intrigued.
"This is the first time you have expressed concern about me, Mira," Ashton joked.
Mirabella rolled her eyes and stopped in front of him. "Tell me." She muttered.
"I am pretty sure Draco has a plan." Ashton called the name Cyrus' dark state because it was catchy.
Mirabella noticed his tense expression.
