Edrand.
Edrand sat on the high chair, clasping his jaw with his fingers as he looked unseeingly at the crowded courtroom.
The clamor in the room was on the verge of bringing the ceiling down. The people were arguing amongst themselves about which punishment would be best for the one who murdered their lord.
Edrand tuned them out, mourning his lost lover, Draco. He couldn’t believe that after murdering hundreds of people just to be with Draco, he still ended up losing his male.
The thought made him white-knuckle the armrest of the seat, a growl building at the back of his throat.
The high elders who were supposed to call order in the room were equally arguing amongst themselves. Edrand was the one who called the meeting. This wasn’t any ordinary meeting; this gathering was held for ju
