Author’s POV
Timon was sprawled out on his bed with two ladies flaunting both of his sides when his maid burst in to announce to him Isla’s arrival. For the first few seconds he was completely distorted, the minute he got himself together. Alongside Isla, he ran as fast as his hindlegs could carry him back to the village where Ronan’s unconscious body lay.
They arrived at dawn to find Fiona sobbing next to Ronan while mopping his forehead.
“Lord Timon!” Fiona hollered at the sight of him.
“What happened to him?” Timon asked panting heavily from the run. He checked Ronan’s body while Fiona struggled hard to explain what must have gone wrong.
His hands paused halfway when it grazed a cut on Ronan’s body. “s**t! It must have been a silver trap, he has lost a lot of blood it's why he
