Alec crossed his arms over his chest, huffing in irritation. Why did he have to watch the stupid angel? Father could have had a guard do it but noooooo. It wasn't fair! How was he to know that scepter had been his fathers favorite? It was ugly anyway. He muttered to himself mentally as he glared at the source of all his woes. All the angel did was sit in her cell and Alec was growing bored watching her. He shifted in his position in his chair. Seeing as his father was making him do this, Alec had defiantly took his own small throne from the throne room and brought it to the dungeon to sit in. If he was going to be subjected to this, at least he was going to be comfortable.