Sixteen

Lucas stared at the plate of food in front of him. He was going to get nowhere with his original plan if she kept this up. Her holiness was still sitting down almost regally, staring at him with those pure milk white eyes of hers. "I am deeply sorry for the chaos my people have caused."

Lucas held back the urge to snort and leaned back against the pillows instead. "My journey here was not easy." "I am aware, we deliberately made it so." "We?" "The other witches and I. We didn't want to be disturbed, so we decided to make it hard to get here."

She shifted, leaning towards the table to grab a grape. "So if you wanted to get here, it would mean you really wanted to get here." "I see." She popped the grape into her mouth, eyes flickering upwards to meet his'. "I am ready to hear whatever you have to say, my Lord."

Lucas pursed his lips, eyeing her. "It wasn't the witches alone that tried killing me on my way here. There were also some werewolves. They didn't want me here. They must have t