Berengar turned around to meet his father's gaze. There was a primal rage in his eyes, one that belonged to a man who had lost all reason. He had every desire to massacre everyone present for this ceremony in a bold attempt to kill those responsible for daring to harm himself and his family. He meant every word he said to the nurse. If Henrietta perished, he would massacre millions of people to calm his wrath.
Between his gritted teeth, Berengar somehow responded to his father's question, every word spoken was laced with an unbridled hatred, one that could not be quenched without the blood of innocents.
"What is it!?!"
A deep sense of fear entered Sieghard's heart as he witnessed the rage that could consume the universe in darkness within his son's eery pupil. The militaristic eyepatch only further enhanced the tyrannical aura exuding from the enraged King.
"Son, we need to have an important discussion about your sister."
