Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 128: The demon and the lord

With a solemn expression, Ashton entered the throne room, clutching a scroll. His grip was firm, as evidenced by veins almost protruding from his knuckles.

Cyrus sat on his throne, speaking to General Samuel, who sat with his head bowed.

When he noticed Ashton, who appeared less cheerful than usual, he shook his head slowly and asked, "What?"

"The Statkus mages are in the west part of the city; up to three hundred dragons have been declared dead between last night and this morning as they took advantage of the harsh cold last night to kill so many that were out of their homes." Ashton reported sternly, tossing the scroll to Cyrus, who caught it and opened it.

Cyrus’ eyes darkened as he noticed a crest of a howling wolf surrounded by stars on the side of the scroll.

"What on earth is this?" With a growl, he inquired.

"The Alpha of Celestia wishes to speak with you." Ashton responded.

Cyrus tore the scroll and rose from his throne without reading it. "I have no business dealing with werewolves or pure-blooded lycans!" He yelled and fists clenched.

"We are going to the west side of town tonight to rid my kingdom of those pests." With a deep growl, he added.

"Yes, sire," Ashton and General Samuel agreed.

"Good." Cyrus huffed, stormed out of the room, and walked down the few steps of stairs.

General Samuel shifted his gaze to Ashton. "I do not understand... the ice dragons were peaceful creatures who had no problems with other beings."

"Cyrus has a history with the Novikovs, so don’t be concerned. It is a grudge, a powerful grudge." General Samuel nodded slowly as Ashton spoke with a mischievous smile. "I will see you later in the day." Ashton said politely to the General and exited the throne room.

He came to a halt in the hallway and chuckled deviously. "By the way, where is righteous lord Stefan?" He inquired and went to the lounge where the lords always went to watch sensual female dances, gossip, eat, and drink.

The lounge was a beautifully decorated room reserved primarily for the castle’s most distinguished visitors.

When Ashton entered the lounge, it was empty, and his smile faded.

Lord Bronx and Lord Marius had left the castle for their various homes, which meant that gossip among the lords would be reduced in the castle.

Ashton laughed.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Stefan’s question was heard behind Ashton.

He faced the lord and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Can you tell me how long you’ve been in here?" Ashton inquired.

"I just arrived, so you are leaving." Stefan expressed his displeasure.

"Oh? Do you have ownership of the castle?" Ashton inquired sarcastically.

"I will leave then," Stefan growled, turning away, but Ashton appeared in front of him, his face very close to his.

"If I were you, righteous lord Stefan, I would not do that," Ashton teased.

Stefan was caught off guard by their sudden proximity and stuttering as a result. "I... you... I..."

Stefan swallowed and took a few steps back as Ashton grinned and showed off his thick fangs.

"Did you pay a visit to the halfling?" Ashton asked abruptly and took a long step closer to Stefan, who moved away shakily until his back met a wall.

"Prefect." Ashton chuckled deeply, enclosing Stefan in his arms.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Stefan exclaimed in surprise.

"What do you think I am up to? I’d like to question you." Ashton whispered, leaning in close to Stefan’s, and smiled as he saw Stefan’s face turn red.

"You can question me without getting too close to me, Ashton Petrov." Stefan spoke stiffly as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Does our proximity bother you?" Ashton inquired in hushed tones.

Stefan inhaled deeply to keep himself from collapsing and placed his hands on Ashton’s shoulder to push him away, but when he saw Ashton smirking deviously while staring at him, he removed his hands with a gasp and frowned.

"Yes," he said.

"Then why were you staring at the halfling as if you were about to pounce on him?!" Ashton yelled, raising his eyebrows because he hadn’t expected him to suddenly yell at the Lord.

"Because I was shocked to see a halfling," Stefan replied, furrowing his brows.

Ashton scoffed in shock. "Liar." He then leaned in closer, his nose brushing up against Stefan’s.

Stefan’s eyes widened in surprise, almost popping out of their sockets, as he had not expected that action.

The demon laughed amusedly at his reaction.

"I have rendered righteous lord Stefan speechless."

"Keep your distance from me." Stefan grumbled, annoyed by Ashton.

"Shall I?" Ashton asked in hushed tones, brushing his nose against Stefan’s once more.

"Ashton!" Stefan yelled.

"Arrgh! I like that." Ashton sighed and brushed his nose against Stefan’s once more.

Meanwhile, Mirabella and Isabella were walking side by side in the hallway leading to the lounge, with silence hovering over them.

Mirabella was solemn, while Isabella was depressed.

The sisters’ relationship has been strained since Isabella was imprisoned by Cyrus, and the person attempting to mend it was Charlotte, who was worried about her family falling apart, especially since her husband had also been imprisoned by Cyrus.

Mirabella sighed deeply and decided to break the silence. "How are you doing?" She inquired.

"Sad," Isabella said, sniffing.

"Do you want to leave the castle?" Mirabella inquired once more.

"Mother told me about marrying a lord in Fireria, but I do not want to get married." Isabella spoke slowly.

Mirabella swallowed and cleared her throat. "Do you still have feelings for Cyrus?" She had to inquire.

"Yes," Isabella sniffed, pausing her steps and lowering her head.

Mirabella also came to a halt and looked at her sister. "Isabella, you should not torture yourself." She counseled.

"I know I am a lost cause," Isabella said quietly, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at Mirabella.

"I am leaving, but I need Cyrus to forgive me." Isabella grumbled, turned away, and walked away from her.

Mirabella sighed, feeling sorry for her sister. Love had the power to drive people insane.

She started walking towards the lounge, and as she got closer, she heard Stefan call out, "Ashton!" In a mild rage.

She dashed to the lounge and stood at the door, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she saw Ashton and Stefan dangerously close to each other.

"Arrgh! I like that." Ashton sighed and pressed his face against Stefan’s.

"Are they kissing?" She exclaimed in hushed tones, and the men immediately turned their gaze to her.

Stefan was taken aback, and Ashton was amused.