Soon, Elder Davina arrived and walked into the room where Madame Greyheart's body was. She clutched her staff tightly as she stared at the body, scanning her gaze through the faces of everyone present.
Celine sat on the bed, using a handkerchief to wipe her tears while some of her personal maids tried and failed to comfort her.
"Don't touch me!" She finally screeched when one of the two maids brushed her hair, glaring at her with contempt.
I stood watching this silently with my arms folded in a corner.
'Celine is still too… volatile to be trusted. But do I silence her or keep her close where I can see her?' I thought to myself, gritting my teeth.
Eventually, I sighed and brought my gaze fully to Elder Davina.
"I came as soon as I could." She muttered, stepping forward and staring at me with worry. "Are you—"
"Okay?" I interrupted, a wry smile on my face as I shook my head. "I mean, I should be, shouldn't I? As a mighty Alpha King and all."
