Edmund couldn't contain his rage anymore than his hatred for Ronald and Lucian. Now that they were inside the protection of the palace walls, his plans at getting back at them were as good as failed. He needed someone to pour and project all of this hatred and anger unto, and his two targets were out of his reach.
"You need to calm down, this isn't over yet." He whispered to himself repeatedly. He had already broken everything in sight already, and there was nothing else to break. He didn't have any choice at the moment but to calm himself down, tearing down his entire house wouldn't help him in achieving his goals anyway, if anything he was just creating more trouble for himself.
He paced around the small room, his hands trembling with pent-up fury. It was all suffocating, the room and the fact that he could do basically nothing to Lucian, and it was all because of Ronald. Just thinking about Ronald made him feel like hurling a vase across the room.
