Stupid! Foolish! Unimaginable! How could a king stoop so low!?
Roman could feel the furious presence of the mad king raging within him, the sound of his elaborate robes swishing against the floor as he paced back and forth, agitated. The king Instinctively bit down on his thumbnail, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. The king's eyes blazed like embers, and his nostrils flared in irritable disdain.
"Of all humans, why her?" he roared, a tempest of rage swirling through him while Roman simply dabbed his damp hair with a towel. Since that kiss with Carol and her subsequent departure, a seething anger had taken root within him—a part of him outraged at what he had done. The blame fell squarely on the king's shoulders, a figure who valued power above all else, even love.
"This mustn't happen again. I'll let it go the first time but not the second!" the king declared defiantly, still vibrating with fury over the unexpected turn of events.
