Chapter - 159 The Executioner

Cole's Point Of View

Tristan was looking exceptionally tired and pale. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but I was positive that it wasn't just fatigue. I held him close in my arms while Sylvester went to get Ferdinand and Bellamy.

If I was being honest, if they would have asked me, I probably would have helped. I had never been so happy to be excluded in all my life. It sucked to know where Ferdinand and Bellamy were coming from, but to also know where Tristan was coming from too.

"My liege, I have brought the idiots." Sylvester said, once again throwing my door open dramatically.

He seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much, but upon closer inspection, he seemed to be trying to make Tristan smile. It was working albeit a small amount. His lips basically twitched into a smile. His eyes promise pure retribution.