~ NYSSA
He walked straight ahead, and for a moment, I thought he was walking over to me. Instead, he side stepped me, stopping a few feet behind, and dropped the still bleeding head on the floor.
It rolled to a stop at Henry's feet, the blood quickly soaking the ground beneath his shoes.
"I saved you the trouble of having to go out to war," Rowan drawled, his voice deathly cold. "You're welcome."
Henry's cheeks burned a bright shade of red. Not only did Rowan just embarrass him, he did so in front of everyone.
Guards stopped to stare, maids whispered as they looked between the two men. The air was thick with tension and barely concealed disdain. Henry's jaw clenched, the rage evident in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do save for smile tightly.
"We are in your debt," he ground out, voice strained.
Rowan chuckled dryly. "You've been in my debt for a long time, Henry, but don't worry, I don't keep score."
