After Sibyl was done speaking her mind, she didn't waste any more precious time and she sprinted from there, fuming.
Gaius chuckled. Wasn't that sweet? She thought she was too wise, but he was ready to play her game.
"Vince!" Sibyl called out for her coachman and he hastily ran to her.
"My Queen," he bowed.
"Take me back," she didn't even wait till he opened the door for her, she swooped herself right in.
Back in the palace, Damon had not slept like the others. It was hard for him to, with another situation in his mind.
He had ordered vehemently for the painting to be removed, destroyed and banned anyone from speaking about it.
Yet, its presence lingered like a stain that refused to fade, in his mind.
He stood by the tall window of his room, with hands clasped behind him, staring out at the pitch black sky.
What on earth was even happening? Why were all these occuring in a weird pace? His brows furrowed. He didn't like it! At all.
