"You seem angry."
That was the first thing Heinz said, his tone calm, almost teasing, as if testing the waters of Florian's patience. Florian bit down hard on his tongue to stop himself from snapping.
'Angry doesn't even begin to explain how I'm feeling.'
"I need a proper explanation for this, Your Majesty," Florian said through gritted teeth, each word carefully measured to keep his composure from shattering. "This was too much, even for you."
Heinz tilted his head, his expression unreadable, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And you've grown bolder than before," he remarked, his tone a disinterested drawl. His gaze drifted away from Florian, dismissive, as though Florian's words were nothing more than a faint breeze stirring the air.
