Steffan stood up from their bed, a thoughtful look on his features. Of course this was not a joke, Irena was not a liar, especially when it was about something serious as that. He ran a hand through his auburn hair. He returned with rumors of the Beast that terrorized hie people to find out that he married the said beast.

"The people...of the other village. Did you kill them Irena?" he calmly asked.