"Wrong?" Sanders blinked slowly as his eyes refocused in the present. "I'm not sure what you think would be wrong, at least any moreso than things have been desperately wrong for as long as you have ruled."
The blatant disrespect clearly shocked the king, who took a moment to formulate a reply.
"No need to explain yourself, Sanders. I'm given to understand you are a hero today. Perhaps you're tired? Let us all head back to the palace for rest and recuperation." King Harold's words were gracious, if laced with caution.
Anaisa swallowed, wishing she could tell the king exactly what was going on in words that wouldn't immediately rouse the ire of the seer who was currently the most powerful person in the room.
"Stand back," Trace whispered to her gently. "I don't want you hurt if things go wrong."
