Alfonso POV
Timothy steps into the room and his eyes immediately move to Ancrus, who is barely holding on to life as he dangles from the chains. I can see the questions in Timothy's eyes, but I'm grateful when he doesn't ask them. At some point, I'll talk to him about all that we learned today, but right now I need him to make sure that Ancrus doesn't die before morning. "You called for me, my lord," he says. "No need for the formality, Timothy. Did you bring the blood?"
"Yes, Alfonso, but I'm confused as to why you want it. Besides needing a shower, you look perfectly fine. I'm even more confused about the additive," he says. "The blood is for him," I say pointing to Ancrus. He looks between the two of us when my father's voice breaks the silence. "He needs to live long enough to face
