ALFRED POV

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring in the last sniff of her scent as they fade away in each passing minute, only to be replaced with—

“Sir we have intel concerning the rogues” Snivellus, the head dwarf said as he bowed slightly and I waited for him to continue, but he just remained there, unmoving, like a fucking statue.

“Do you want your tongue pulled out? Since you have no use for it no more” I thundered, pissed at his sluggishness.

“N—no my king” he stuttered nervously and gulped. “We have found the meeting place of the rouges.”

“Let me guess, it’s in the low lands”...