Kapitel 159: 3.37

When we finally rejoined the rest, the steward was anxiously waiting at the table, talking in hushed tones with Damian and Ren, whilst Helios was chasing a butterfly nearby.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

Ty looked like he'd had all the life sucked out of him as he sat dejectedly at the stone table, gripping his teacup so tight, I feared it would break. 

"My father is dead," Damian replied coldly, his fist clenched tight. 

I approached him gingerly to rest a hand over his fist, though the man had been a vulgar tyrant, he was still his father. 

"Isn't this good news though?" I asked, noticing the despondent atmosphere. 

"Alexis has taken the throne with his mother's support," Damian's jaw tensed, then relaxed as I tightened my grip over his hand.

"Maybe we could talk with him, I could expl-"

Ty raised his head, and his cold stare froze me on the spot, "no."