Tristen’s P. O. V.
The vicious man who was sitting until now finally stood up.
It was only then I could finally have a clear glimpse at his face, which was partially in the dark until a moment ago, preventing me from seeing the other side of him which was still bearing the traces of whatever happened last night.
Though Luther was still in his royal gown like every other time which was glistening under the flickering light that kept coming from the lantern, I could not help but notice that, quite unlikely, a robe was added on his body quite oddly today, which did not even match with the rest of his attire at all. But when I looked a bit up to his other side of the face, I got extremely traumatized for a moment.
Because I saw blood. Yes, there was blood on his face which was still drip
