Eldar’s POV:
High Prince Terra reenters the room and signals all slaves to leave us. His oldest son, Prince Quant, comes in after him with a struggling Celeste in his grip. From the looks of it, she has been crying for a while.
“Gentlemen, thank you for patiently waiting for me to get back to you.” My skin crawls from the everyday tone in the voice of the high prince.
“We’ve been here for hours,” Lord Malekith complains. The need to make him swallow his blade continues growing. “It doesn’t matter that we can live forever; this was an eternity! Why are you keeping us here?”
“As my son said when he picked me up, we’ve some information about Celeste that will affect everything,” High Prince Terra responds without answering the question. He walks deliberately next to Lord Beldun and drags
