Duke Orson's face turned red with fury as he delivered a hard slap across the maid's face, causing her to crumple to the ground in a heap.
He could no longer contain his rage and turned to the head butler, Sebas, who was cowering in the corner.
"Sebas, you useless fool! I am going to the palace to demand an audience with the King!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.
But suddenly, Duke Orson's chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled to breathe through the excruciating pain.
He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his neck bulging as he tried to push through the agony. Sweat dripped down his face as he gasped for air.
The room fell silent, except for the sound of Duke Orson's labored breaths. The head butler, Sebas, stood frozen in fear as he watched the scene unfold.
Finally, Arthur rushed to his father's side, panic etched on his face. "What's happening to him, Sebas?" he demanded, his voice laced with worry.
