Luna and her father lingered behind as the others left. Ashworth seemed to linger by the door for a bit, but a quick look from Amelia made him scamper out. Poor fellow, now I’m starting to feel bad for him. Not too much; he needed to prove himself, but it was there. All that was left in the throne room was myself, Amelia, Luna, her father, and Marcus up in the seats. Since I’d rather deal with him first, I directed my next words there. "Marcus, stop sulking up there and berate me already!"