**Mikel Diego**
I walked back into the mansion with Aaron, who was clearly limping, as my guards' leader, Harry Styles, walked into the hall to meet me.
Harry was also trusted and 600 years of age, and he bowed before me.
"Your majesty!"
"Ensure equilibrium and don't let any of the North Wing make a fuss around here," I instructed him.
"Okay, your majesty," Harry bowed and left while I shifted my gaze back to Aaron.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked him, noticing that his wound was taking time to heal.
"I'm fine, brother, but why did you cut off Zuri's tongue? That wasn't necessary," Aaron spoke, and I nodded in response.
"That's not the issue now," I replied, and Aaron smiled.
"Relax, brother. How's she? I honestly wanted to have her before you do, and I was waiting for tomorrow
