"What is the meaning of this paper, Your Majesty?!" Weston loudly demanded before the doors were even shut behind him. He walked up to the King, with a fierce scowl on his face. Nonetheless, he nodded his head in respect.
Elias noticed how quickly Adeline had flinched. Did raised voices scare her? His eyes narrowed upon her.
"Your Majesty," Weston growled out.
Weston had woken up to an unpleasant surprise. He skipped the chauffeur, and directly drove his car to the palace, skipping all of the red lights. If he didn't have the royal license plates, then he would've earned multiple and lengthy tickets— perhaps even to get his license revoked.
Weston Fitzcharles couldn't fathom the audacity of the King. To marry such a weak and humiliating little human? What was His Majesty thinking?! He obviously wasn't!
"This early in the morning and you're already yelling," Elias lazily drawled out.
