His Highness's Interest
Viscarrian
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"What were you thinking? Sending your own relative to the underground prison??" Lady Odette stared in disbelief at Azazel whose blue eyes were nowhere near reality.
He was sitting on a chair in the solar room, legs crossed while tapping his fingers lightly on the arm of the chair.
"If you feel bad for her, you can always join her. She'll appreciate the company," came his heartless offer and that made Lady Odette's brow rise in obvious hesitation. She discarded it quickly and wore a look of discontentment.
"I'm highly disappointed in you Azazel, I thought you were the smartest in the Astaroth family, and to say you made this decision because of a lowlife human is nettling."