The king hits his head on the couch when Kyrie delivers the punch without a single bit of hesitation. His eyesight spirals after feeling his brain jolt inside his skull. Dumbfounded, the king turns to look at Kyrie, who is currently standing with one leg on the couch.
No one has ever raised a hand against him for so long, and when someone did, he was a prince. He would have never expected that even with the status of a king that he will receive a blow and right to his face. Touching the side of his face that is starting to swell, he watches as if the wrath of God has molded into human form.
