"My Lord, my Lord, you wouldn't believe it-"
"Sir, his Majesty is resting. You have no right to disturb him. You should wait to be granted an audience later."
"Get out of my way. His Highness the Fire of Gars must hear this."
"Sir…" × 4
The respected Fire of Gars was about to return to the restful embrace of his dreams after making the arrangements for the change in the situation reported to him a while ago when the door to his room was almost thrown open.
Despite the failure of that endeavor though, the noise still made him want to send some people to the execution ground, bypassing the cannon fodders camp and not caring about any possible remaining value of the offender.
With a thundering expression, he flung the door of his room open and saw the chief scientist of his empire just short of blasting his guards away in his excitement.
The noise he made stopped all the spectacle going on and caused greetings to follow.
