"What kind of proposal do you have? And why?" Shane asked as if he really were the king.
His impending aura spread everywhere, making the servants shiver from head to toe. None of them dared look up at his face at the moment. The servants who had come to serve the tea walked out hastily, closing the door behind them.
Song Song was also pale as he gripped his own shirt tightly in his fist. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and took another sip of tea.
"Your majesty," said the official after calming down a little. "There's an issue going on with the commoners these days. They have misunderstood you terribly. Someone is perhaps slandering your majestic name among the public, and now they have all come out with banners and horns to protest against you. They all want you off the throne!"
