After the meeting, Alfred stormed into his quarters, his rage was obvious.
With a powerful kick, he shattered the door, sending splinters flying as he marched into the room, his face twisted in fury. A nameless dwarf, ever obedient, scurried over, holding a tray of tea, hoping to calm his master's stormy mood.
"Master, please," the dwarf stammered, his hands shaking slightly as he extended the tray. "A cup of tea to relax you."
But Alfred's rage was too far gone. With a swift motion, he slapped the tray out of the dwarf's hands, sending the tea and porcelain crashing to the ground. His eyes burned with frustration as he spat, "Relax? Do you think I can relax when everything is falling apart? First, that weakling Eunid didn't kill Apollo. And now, the family Council knows about Nora's cursed gift!"
