Lasker’s sits holding his phone in hands and gazing at it. On the screen is the smiling face Ava which he had snapped sometimes back. The gaze on his face turns solemn as the seconds go by and suddenly he hears a knock on his door. He is indifferent to the sound but Ragnarok standing by the door, tends to it. He briefly has a conversation with the guard from outside and shuts back the door.

“ My lord you have a visitor from the Winthrope Pack.” Breathes the overly hefty Confidante.

“ Damn those Princes and their constant meddling in my affair.” Lasker winces and takes his gaze of...