The tension in the hall reached its peak as the king's anger flared, his face contorted with frustration and disbelief.
He could feel his authority slipping away, and it made him feel small and annoyed.
In a fit of rage, he picked up Lady Miraila from the ground, his grip tight and forceful, and stormed off into his chambers.
The knights, unsure of what to do, remained frozen, leaving the king alone in his fury.
Raiver, witnessing the king's retreat, couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh, his voice echoed through the hall.
His eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and defiance. He turned to his loyal servant and spoke with a confident smirk, "Take care of this situation, my dear servant.
Put everyone involved in the mistreatment of Princess Naria into the dungeons. Let them reflect on their actions."
The servant, well-versed in Raiver's wishes, nodded and swiftly went to carry out the prince's command.
