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“You normally react when someone randomly intrudes. You hesitated with him but didn’t even react to Arthur’s entrance? Why?”
I knew she was asking more out of curiosity than judgment because Willow never questioned my capabilities unless I was really struggling with internal conflict.
This wasn’t the case.
"I immediately knew he was a royal advisor. If I do anything against him, it could bite us in the ass.”
“But I can do anything I want,” Arthur chimed in as he hooked his arms around Willow’s neck now that his scythe had poofed out of existence.
“No,” I argued as I gave him a threatening glare. “I simply didn’t attack you because you exhibit no threat to Willow.”
“Obviously,” Arthur stated with pride. “I wouldn’t injure my master.”
“Why do you keep calling me master?” Willow pondered as she side-glanced at him. “You know I don’t actually see you as a pet, right?”
“True that, fair lady,” he replied, skipping around her the next second—making sure to miss the pool of blood on the floor. “But this place of power begs for order in my mind of personalities and thus I need a foundation.”
I didn’t understand what he was trying to say but Willow replied, “You feel threatened by the number of individuals here so you need me to have a leadership role so you don’t go on a psychotic tumble?”
I really was baffled by how she summarized that so perfectly. We were all so uniquely different and yet she could understand us like we were so easy to read.
“Accurate,” Arthur responded as he came to a stop. “So can I kill him?” He pointed to Mervyn.
Willow and I responded in unison. “No.”
“Hmph,” Arthur dismissed as he pouted his lips and crouched down before the royal advisor. Only the pool of blood was between them before the tip of a knife lifted Mervyn’s head up.
We could see the fear swarming his dark-green eyes with pinches of black, and I knew it was solely because of the look Arthur was giving him.
Or whatever he was witnessing before him.
"Did you know I hate losing gambles?” Arthur bragged like it was such a glorious trait to have. “You wish for me to lose, don’t you?”
I exchanged a look with Willow, noticing her intrigue with Arthur’s statement as we waited for him to continue.
“N-N-No,” Mervyn stuttered.
“Oh no, you do. I can see it in your eyes. No, your very soul is corrupted with hatred. You don’t want my master upon the throne, do you? In fact, you simply don’t wish to do what she requests of you, is that right?”
Mervyn shook his head frantically.
“That’s not true! I’ve vowed to serve all Phoenix heirs! Willow De Luca is no different!”
“Willow Alundra Phoenix.” Arthur corrected the words like they were the key to this man’s downfall. “You will respectfully address her by her real name rather than dismiss her birthright in my presence.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
“Lucifer Jr.” Arthur hummed sinisterly as he leaned in and allowed his tongue to glide along his lower lips before he showed just how long the muscular organ could extend as it reached down until it brushed along Mervyn’s very wound that was barely healed. “Now, who burned our precious shit? I won’t ask a third time.”
“I-I really don’t know!” Mervyn was on the verge of tears. “I tried to investigate but all I’ve gotten from witnesses is a being in a black cloak! Uh…uh…their aura was odd. Different? Blues…and greens! Yes, their hair. One of the apprentices working under Whitney said their hair looked similar to someone she used to serve. Yes. Her name…ah, the apprentice’s name…something with an A?”
“Aoa?” Willow questioned, and Mervyn immediately nodded his head before he bowed to the floor.
“Yes, Princess! Aoa! She stated the individual looked familiar but dismissed it. I don’t know who she previously serviced when she was an apprentice. She’s a shifter with magic capabilities but I can’t confirm if she’s in the Coven witch program or was raised by shifters. M-My apologies! Please, spare me for my lack of knowledge!”
Arthur glanced over his shoulder to Willow, his gaze lingering on her as he noticed her troubled expression.
“That’s good enough,” Arthur declared and slowly rose. “Do you wish for anything else, Sweet Domino?”
