WHO SHALL KEEP THE CUP OF LIFE

Xaden was extremely exhausted from his journey and because he could not return back to his room where Jasmine now resided, he went into his study.

He sat down on the large chair and took in a heavy breath.

"Why are you staying here." Erik asked.

Xaden rubbed his head to massage his pain.

"Jasmine is in my room as you know." Xaden said. "And I can not disturb her. She needs to rest."

"Then just go to any bloody room you want. There a thousands of them in the castle up for gives." Erik said.

Xaden rose up from his chair and went to his wine shelf.

He mused through it and the eventually decided on a two hundred centuries bottle of brandy.

He took off the top and poured himself one cup.

"Because I like to sleep in my own bloody room." Xaden snorted. "It will not do for me to wake up and find myself in a different interior wondering whether I was kidnapped."