A Drink on the Rooftop

DEREK'S POV

I grabbed a shirt and threw it over my back buttoning it down. I never wanted to take part in anything relating to the council members but today I had to.

Knowing Arnold, he'll definitely carry out his threats and deliver the head of Lucas to me.

It's not the first time he has threatened me. He once threatened to have my dog killed if I didn't attend the royal classes and training organized for me.

I never took him seriously then and simply did what I wanted, locking everyone out after the death of my parents. Jerry, my dog, was the only one that got close enough to me to hear me cry every night and call out for my mother. He was my first best friend and companion, one that I cheered everything with.

Well, on a beautiful morning when we were having breakfast, we were served meat broth and I found it really tasteful only for the kitchen cook to walk in with a tray, Jerry's head displaced in it. Plus it turned out that I was eating his meat as well.

I won't call it the wors