Judging from the look on Klaus Ermias face, it was clear that he wasn't pleased to meet the man who was kneeling beside his bed. "I already told you many times not to follow me," he said. His voice was cold and full of authority.
"I apologize, milord. It was the Duke's order. He told me -"
"The Duke. The Duke. The Duke!" Klaus Ermias chanted the title three times and each time, his voice was raised higher and higher. "I'm tired of hearing that. My uncle should just leave me alone. I'm not a kid anymore."
"But Your Highness -"
A sharp glare from Klaus Ermias was enough to make the man fell silent. He quickly lowered his head. "Please forgive me."
"Call me that once again and I'll have your head, Theo," Klaus warned the young man named Theo. His voice, his expression and his face; everything about him proved that he was serious.
"I understand," Theo quickly replied. He still lowered his gaze, not daring to face the rage of the man on the bed.
