Featings' eyes widened in terror. He tried to escape, but the guards held him fast. "Yo... y-your Ma... Majesty." He stuttered, struggling against them.
"I warned you, did I not? To be mindful of your words, yet you dared to put them into action." Alexander snarled, taking a step forward. His eyes burned with fury and wild bloodshot. "I deemed Denney unfit to command Guinevere, yet you dared to raise your hands against her."
"Your Majesty..."
"Silence!" He commanded, stopping before him.
Carlisle rushed forward, his voice urgent. "Your Majesty?"
He ignored. "Instead to accord Brand the respect due him, you trapped him, ambushed him, and put your hands on him. I am your king! Do I not deserve your obedience?!" He yelled, his grip tightening on the sword.
"You do, sire! You do!" Featings pleaded, his voice breaking.
