The heavy iron doors groaned as the vampire knights dragged the prisoner into the throne room of The Crimson Spire.

At the far end sat Queen Guest—adored, powerful, and deeply feared. Heavy null-iron cuffs bound the intruder's thick wrists, pulsing faintly to suppress his hybrid power. Even forced to his knees, Ronan Ashford was a massive presence. Standing seven feet tall with a sculpted, imposing frame, he kept his jaw set, his dark gaze locked strictly on the throne.

My Queen, the captain of the guard stepped forward, bowing deeply before gesturing to the giant. "We caught this beast trespassing directly on the inner royal grounds. We ambushed him, struck him, threw everything we had at him to force him down... but he didn't even raise a hand. The captain glanced at Ronan with a mix of frustration and uneasy caution.

He took every hit without flinching, The guard continued, his voice tight He didn't fight back, didn't shift, didn't utter a single threat. He just let us drag him here, insisting on seeing you. ​Throughout the captain's report, Ronan remained silent. He simply tilted his head up, his dark eyes fixed on Guest with a quiet, unyielding intensity—a heavy stillness that was far more intimidating than any outburst.