"MORGANE!" Roared Thorian Bellor, his eyes bloodshot after feeling his link with the girl break entirely. Yet, he wasn't done venting as he screeched again in frustration, "RAAH!"
Next to him, Gabriel Ashford's eyes widened in shock. They had been discussing signing a contract to import manufactured handbags from the Agnivana kingdom a minute ago when the king's sudden outburst distracted him.
'Did he go mad?' He thought, narrowing his eyes and gazing at the king's fluttering blonde hair and blue eyes. 'No. he's too young, so what compelled his anger?' He pondered, assuming someone must have contacted him through a spell initially. Then, he remembered the name.
'Morgane? The adopted princess with a rare affinity and incredible natural talent for magic?!' He exclaimed inwardly, wondering what transpired to her for the king to burst into rage.
