Ophelia dragged Rowan all the way to the throne room as she stopped when they were both standing in front of the obsidian mural.
"Ro, I know you're pissed, but I brought you here to remind you that you have to think straight in all this." She said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
Rowan did not meet his gaze and before she could stop him, he had slammed his fist on the mural, making a c***k appear on the surface and successfully cracking his knuckles because of the force.
Ophelia's eyes widened as she took his hand in her own instantly. "Rowan, this is not thinking rationally!" She scolded him, wiping off his blood with her hands before she watched the wound healing on its own.
Rowan snatched his hand away from his grip, an act that caused her to look at him with dismay but
