In the dimly lit corridor, William hastened his steps, closing the distance between himself and Philippa, who walked ahead with evident distress etched upon her face. "Wait, Your Highness," he implored gently, reaching out to grasp her goddaughter's arm in an attempt to slow her hurried pace.
Philippa's footsteps faltered momentarily as William's touch caused her to turn her head slightly. Tears glistened in her eyes, betraying the turmoil within. Philippa's chest heaved with frustration, her eyes flashing with indignation. "How dare he insult my husband, and my authority!"
William gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, trying to steady her. "I know, my Child…he implored softly, "I understand your frustration, but let's handle this calmly."
