Richard was sitting on the leather chair, with a hand holding the parchment and the other hand tapping the table in a rhythmic tone. His expressions were grim and his eyes were cold as he continued to look at the parchment.
The knights standing behind him were in cold sweats as he had not uttered a single word since half an hour. He was just staring at a single piece of paper as if it was his death sentence. The temperature of the room was falling every second as his eyes were turning colder.
With a fierce look, he finally threw the paper away and it fell straight in front of the knights.
"Who would explain me how did this happen?'' His voice was cold and everyone trembled when they heard him. It was like the devil summoning them back to hell.
