Alpha Malik was in his chamber sharpening his sword, his head was filled with worried and anxiety, he didn't know whether he should send Aurora to the visitor. He's contemplated not because he cared, but because she's sick, and he didn't want her to die under the thrusting of the old man.
He wants her to die under his torture, he wants to avenge his father's death himself.
Likewise, he knows how brutal the affluent behave harshly to the less, he might hate Aurora, but he didn't want other people who are not his subject to treat her brutally, since they hold no grudges against her.
Likewise, he alone and his subject are the ones to inflict pain on her, yet he is a king who can't go against his words.
Likewise, he marched out of his chamber with his sword to the veranda, he met his right man Jaguar on the way.
“My lord,” Jaguar said, staring at the sharp sword in his hand.
“My lord, should I follow you?” He asked in a gentle tone.
