"Get out," Alexios growled at the guards with a tone they'd never heard their king ever use before. His voice was not loud. It didn't need to be. The walls themselves seemed to tremble beneath it.
The royal guards hesitated, uncertain if they should obey the king over their queen.
"Can it not wait?" Morgana sighed while tapping her fingers against the armrest of her chair. Her voice carried the weight of exasperation rather than fear, as though her husband's intrusion was little more than a bothersome interruption. "I'm in the middle of something important."
"Something… important?" Alexios's voice rumbled with disbelief at the attitude he was seeing. His chest rose and fell like a furnace about to burst. His hand clenched his sword hilt tighter than ever before.
