King Charles with his vein popping in his neck and his emerald eyes full of anger was looking down at his child, the Crown Prince and the rest of the people that were accompanying him.
Especially the silver hair that the King was familiar with and hated the most.
King Charles who was glaring daggers at the Duke of Emsworth Duchy, scoffed at him, and for telling himself that what he thought that one day the Duke will eventually betray him happened..
"How dare you, Keene! How dare you point your sword towards your monarch?!"
He was gritting his teeth as he uttered words that were full of anger.
"Monarch? I never once see you as someone who I want to serve! Besides, do you really think that I wouldn't know about how you conspired with the Temple to kill my wife?!"
This time, it was Duke Keene who was trembling with anger while he pointed his sword to the man sitting on the gold throne.
