The room was silent for a few long seconds as the King slowly got to his feet.
"You impudent wretch, how dare you?"
The King's voice was soft, but deadly as he stalked down from the throne. However, Thorvald didn't back down.
"I have made my claim, and I meant every word of it." He insisted, all of the flamboyant buffoon persona stripped away as he squared his shoulders to uphold his tarnished honour.
Duke Saldock simply looked disgusted by the entire situation.
The purity and chastity of a Royal Bride was generally unquestionable. If any such incident had happened in the past, she would have been forced to wed to avoid public shaming, but Thorvald had dared to do something so audacious in public.
Once word got out, the King of Bostoveria wouldn't bless their union until Thorvald was dead.
