Certain

"Alexander has fled Your Majesty," a witch reported, trembling at the gaze he received. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

Griffin, who was chopping an apple with a knife looked at the witch skeptically as if the news didn't disturb him. "Give me that fruit," he told the witch who looked around confused.

"Me?"

"Who else is in this room?" He asked, irritated. The witch moved, though slow. Griffin could detect his unusual breathing and heartbeat. The fruit was at arm's reach yet he opted for the witch to pick it. The moment the witch stretched his hand to fetch the fruit in the basket, Griffin swiftly whisked it and pinned it on the table with the knife. The witch let out a scream but that only acted to anger Griffin. He took a sword from behind and slit his throat.

"Pathetic beings!" He cursed smoothening his hair with his fingers. "Call the witch leaders!" He barked the order. "And clean this mess!"