"Can I trust nobody in this palace?" Marcus shouted at his advisors in his study.
"What happened, your majesty?" One of the advisors asked though he trembled with fear.
Some turned to Remus who stood by the king, but he could not offer anything. He did not know what happened either.
He was just on his way to Lillian's room when he met with the king carrying the Saintess in his arms.
She looked slightly beaten up and her clothes were in no way descent while the king was covered in blood.
Marcus continued to breathe heavily as the air around the room just kept getting more and more suffocating.
"Your majesty. You need to calm down first." Remus said to him quickly as the lights flickered on and off continuously. "The Saintess will not be able to rest, at this rate."
Suddenly, the king looked at Remus, seemingly even angrier than he was before, "You ... why do you care about her? What intentions do you have to her?"
