General Andrew proceeded to glare at his guard as his actions were unjustifiable and he would be under the responsibility for such inconvenience. All were scrutinizing the poor guard with their stern gazes, while Alexander was eyeing the desperation practically oozing out of the guard's body.
The guard on the other hand was panting for his life. He was on the verge of passing out considering the amount of sweat pouring and how unfocused his eyes seemed. He opened his mouth only to close it again and gulp down, in an attempt to wet his dry as sand paper throat.
His eyes lifted up and when his gaze landed on the Emperor sitting on the throne, he fell down to his knees and bowed his head in a silent greeting.
"A-Apolo-Apologies m-my lo-lord. Apologies for such action, y-your highness." The guard panted out while trying to even his breaths and catch some wetness in his throat.
