"What is my fault?" the king asked again, his voice sharp, his eyes scanning each of us. No one answered. Even Rosalind, who had been shouting earlier, went completely silent. None of us had realized he had been standing so close while the argument happened. His sudden presence froze every word on our lips.
Lord Rowland stood quietly behind him. From the way his face looked, I could tell he had already figured out what was going on. But like the rest of us, he said nothing. I wanted to explain to the king, to tell him that Rosalind was upset because he picked Xavier to handle her training, not Rowland. But I held my tongue.
Karl's anger could go from calm to dangerous in seconds. He was the type you couldn't predict. Anything could set him off. Even if you told the truth, it might not end well. That was the kind of king he was.
