“My Prince, you know my wife means well, her temper always seems to win over her logic however.” A smooth feminine voice began, her accent one I was unable to place. “Please accept my apology on her behalf.”
“I accept your apology Kanata, on the behalf of your stubborn wife.” Laughed Silas, and I could practically hear the anger radiating from Victoria.
“Sire, may I also enquire as to why there is a mortal witch here for such a secretive meeting? Surely she would be a better fit waiting with our slaves on the lower floors.” Came another voice, this voice smooth with ragged edges, he hated witches, I could tell instantly.
Believe me, if I could leave I would. I uttered silently to myself, focusing on keeping my breathing even and my eyes locked onto the plain carpet.
“Ah, Remus Griswold
