Chapter # 17

Back to Zadicus’ Castle; Pure Menace.

The commanders returned after a hectic night, indulging in their own company.

Leona and Ruth were walking down the corridor to the western hall only to find a certain man sleeping there, his muscles ripping from his shirt.

Hands covering his face, snoring in his sleep, deeply relaxed but frowning deeply at his tardiness, Leona hissed.

She walked closer, putting her hand on her waist, mocking him to break his rhythm of rest.

“Well, well, look at our honorable asshole, Ruth, who didn’t bother to come at the riot.” She ridiculed him, smirking but the fury on her face was clear.

The leniency he gained was pissing her off to do whatever he wants and no one questions him.

“Ah my, must have been hard for your weak leg to get up and follow a damn order, right, Sir Tristan?” She continued to deride him but snarling that she broke her sleep, he removed his hands.

His stoic handsome features with the perfect tan complexion, glaring at her, plopping on his el