As Alister and the others made their way to the Guild Hall, Mar'Garet clung to his arm, humming softly to herself.
The sound eched gently, yet it had a touch of smugness that made Cinder's eyebrow twitch. She had been suppressing her irritation, but her patience finally snapped.
"Mar'Garet," Cinder called sharply. "Stop it. You're clinging to our Lord too much."
Mar'Garet stopped humming, glancing at Cinder with a faint smirk. "I'm merely performing my duties."
"So am I," Cinder shot back. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. "And as our lord's sharpest fang I'm ordering you to behave yourself."
Mar'Garet's gaze hardened. She didn't respond at first, the air between them growing tense.
Cinder walked slightly closer, as she added in a clm yet firm tone. "Do you not recognize that I am second in command after our Lord? Are you going to disregard my orders?"
