Awoo!
Sirius' light howl made Asher turn his head toward his wolf. It just appeared at the beginning of the hallway, walking toward him, but its eyes were fixed on the door.
Or behind the door… to be more precise.
Asher turned his head to look at the door.
What in the world was going on in there?
Why was there the scent of blood in the scared hall of all places when the executioner, Sirius, hadn't killed anyone?
Filled with questions, Asher began to push the great doors. Just halfway through, he found a woman sitting on his throne with crossed legs.
Black sleeveless gown that had a slit revealing her legs, black lip gloss, black unusually long fingers, pale skin, and cold, almost emotionless ocean blue eyes.
"Welcome, Lord Asher."
Asher could sense she tried to make things humorous but failed miserably because of the lack of emotions.
All he felt was a discomforting chill coming from her.