The Revival

Athos clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes, taking a moment to calm himself. Everyone had shown their true colors that night it seemed. However, there was one thing Athos didn't understand, "I thought he left the kingdom the day King Kirill arrived at the palace." He charged, adjusting his form in the chair. 

Everything in this palace was made for werewolves, the settees were monstrous as they came. Frey seemed to fit in it perfectly fine. 

"He did?" Frey counter-questioned him, instead of answering his question. Athos regretted having so much wine that night. He couldn't decipher if it was one of Lilith's tricks to push Este and him toward a romantic night with some alcohol. 

Each night after the incident, he had wondered if the poison was meant to be for him and his glass had exchanged with Este's at the last moment. It would have been so much better if that would have been the case. If he had drunk the poison instead of Este.