"Why did you leave without my consent, Servyn?"
King Elias' irate voice reverberated angrily within the thick walls of his room. He fumed at the sight of Servyn who had an expression of pertinence with his head bowed low.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty—"
"I'm talking to you as your father and not the King!" He roared.
Servyn's eyesight glided up and looked at him. He sighed in relent. "Forgive me Father." He lowered his head again.
"That was a foolish idea. What if you got into danger? It was risky and perilous of you to do that." He bellowed.
"I simply wanted to help, Father. The crisis and predicament was getting too vast to ignore. The terror inflicted on the people was getting too much, I did what I did to help and give you a hand. What kind of a son will I be if I do not assist my father who has the troubles of the kingdom on his shoulder?"
