William had just stepped out of the cell with the box in his hand, about to walk further away from it, when a man dressed in completely dark clothes stepped closer to William with a severe expression on his face as he spoke.
"Is she dead?" he asked with a severe expression on his face that showed that he was completely serious, meeting William's gaze with a fierce look on his own face.
"She's not dead! I accepted her as my mate!" William responded, not surprised to see a shocked expression appear on the face of the man in front of him, who spluttered before asking with a serious look on his face.
"Have you—have you gone mad?" he gasped, to which William chuckled, shaking his head. "You might be my best friend, Fervor, but I'm still Lord!" William responded even as he moved aside and began to walk away, but Fervor wasn't about to allow him as he hurried after him.
