William’s POV
The bitter wind outside shows no sign of abating. I looked out the window. Large patches of snow fell, and the trees in the yard could not lift their heads. The foolish nobleman who had been dragged out had already passed out from the cold. Fortunately, His Majesty had no real intention of killing him. He was allowed to stay in the next room until he woke up, and was then banished from the palace forever.
"I don't want to see him again in my palace," the king said to Blayze, sitting in his chair and speaking in a relaxed tone. I looked down at the gold-painted tiles at my feet.
It's not right. Blayze is a minor officer in the citadel. Why would the King talk to him? I glanced at Roth. He looked at our king with the same reverence he always did, and there was no doubt that he would support any order the king gave.
