Duke Randolph was still nursing his wounds, wondering what to do when his aide came running into his study room.
"My Lord…" He struggled to catch his breath, "My Lord…. Her Highness, Princess Alora is heading to the council room…"
Duke Randolph frowned without understanding why Alora would go to the empty council room. His thoughts broke when his aide continued more steadily, "All the officials and Barons are assembled in there."
Duke's face flared instantly with rage. "How dare she use my council without my notice?" He growled, unable to digest Alora was acting behind him just because he stared at her a few seconds. He stormed out of his study room with the duchess following closely behind him.
….
The duke stormed in and roared, seeking a response, "What the hell is going on in MY council?"
