THE WEIGHT OF A CROWN
Andrian's Pov
"Your grace." One of the knights stopped me mid way as I was still wrapped in bandages from the night before.
"How dare you stop me. Can't you see that I was walking towards that direction??" My voice roared and cut through the hall. Instantly, the other guards stared at me and I couldn't give a damn in the world.
The knight in question kept fidgeting. No balls to talk huh? I ended up chuckling to myself.
Or so do want your head cut and spilt into two before I order the kitchen maids to hang your head in a fucking spike?" My voice sounded really low and really damn serious.
"I apologize your grace." He bowed his head as well. "Your father requires your utmost attention Sire. He demands of your presence at once." He spoke with a voice of authority.
I nodded slightly. "You may go." Then pulled one of his arms back despite wincing in pain. "Never stop me like that ever again. Am I understood?" I commanded with a very dark low voice.
