There’s a knock on the door and Asher wonders who it is that dares to come so close to his chamber and has guts to lay knuckles on his royal door. He knows Damon never knocks as Damon believes the castle is his thus negates any idea of boundaries.

“ Yes; Who is that?” He queries softly, his attention still Bent on regularizing the corrections of his overly poor portrait of Ava.

“ Oh your majesty it’s me Damon. Can I come in?” Damon Chimes as he bends peeping through the key hole of the bespoke Bronze door.

“ Oh beat it man. When did you ever have to knock...