“Forgive my impudence lord Agir” Magnus gently placed his hand upon the slender hand that held his neck with a dangerous force that could snap his neck in any second. “I felt it would be better that you’d be actively involved in this conversation” at this point Magnus was rarely getting any air into his lungs and he struggled to get each word out.
“That’s enough” Diarmuid muttered, the dark lord knew something and he wasn’t going to let that slip away.
“Tch!” Agir’s grip lessened around Magnus and his hand slowly fell to his side, gasping for air the dark lord wasn’t surprised at the fact that lord Agir would heed to Diarmuid without question, there was no doubt, he was right. He stared carefully at the two… there was no way he was wrong about this. Adjusting himself properly, Magnus too
