A knock sounded from the outer corridor. "Your Majesty," Uphior's deep voice called out. "May I enter?"
"Come in," Kizari called out lazily, stepping over the shattered stone debris.
Uphior pushed the doors open. His eyes instantly took in the destruction, the blood dripping down the Queen's bare chest, and the teeth marks on Malachi's neck. Uphior merely sighed internally, thinking, I told the King her outburst was right around the corner.
"Should I summon the royal physician, Your Majesty?" Uphior asked smoothly.
"That is not what you came here for, is it?" Malachi replied, pulling his collar up to cover the bleeding marks.
"No, Your Majesty," Uphior reported, bowing his head. "The Council has already assembled in the court hall. They are demanding an immediate audience with the King."
Kizari scoffed, lounging back on a chaise. "Send them away. Tell them the King is busy."
