Azrael's head turned in the direction of the man who scoffed, his eyes narrowed as he watched the blonde man tug on his hair tightly.
"Forgive him Your Majesty, I am sure you understand that he is deep in mourning, his wife was amongst those who were killed." The bailiff whispered to the King.
"I do not want his forgiveness Sir, I want him to return my wife." The man raised from the chair, tears running down his eyes as he glared at Azreal.
"Calm down boy, and do not forget your manners." The bailiff warned in a harsh voice, he was trying to keep the situation under control, but the fool was escalating things.
