The King was consumed by a furious rage, his anger a volatile storm that threatened to erupt at any moment. He paced his chambers, his footsteps heavy and agitated, his voice booming as he railed against the assassin, against King Xander, against the perceived treachery of the East.
"That Xander!" he roared, his face flushed with fury. "He dares to send his assassins into my very castle! To attack my Queen! This is an act of war!"
Derek stood silently, his expression carefully neutral, his own emotions carefully controlled. He allowed the King to vent, to unleash his fury, knowing that any attempt to interrupt would only fuel his rage.
Finally, the King stopped pacing, his gaze settling on Derek, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and a possessive protectiveness towards Alexa.
