The ride back to the palace was eerily silent. No one dared to speak, as the heavy tension in the air reflected the King's simmering fury. Though Azrael's outward demeanor seemed composed, his glowing golden eyes betrayed the depth of his anger. They were a glaring reminder of the tempest raging within, making his restrained silence even more unnerving.
"I will see you both by tomorrow's evening. Before then, I do not wish to be disturbed." Azrael announced, his tone carrying an unsettling calmness.
"Very well, Your Majesty." Sevastian and Rohan bowed their head as he climbed down to the carriage and disappeared down the hallway.
The other two watched the King's retreating figure in silence. "Lucan is definitely fucked up," Rohan remarked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Sevastian shot him a glance, narrowing his eyes. "What do you think he's planning?"
