Sir Alfred’s POV.
The guards were holding him down on the bed. My eyes snapped open and I rested them on him, seeing how furious he looked, my mind trying to understand what was going on.
“Tire him up immediately!” My voice reverberated in the room and the king’s roar roared loudly. The guards were almost done with chaining him to the bed when he woke. He was ravaging, scattering the bed duvets and causing chaos in the room.
“My king, please calm down!” I pleaded, raising my voice and trying to encourage him to come back to his senses.
His roar rose mightily and the guards were flinching in fear. They struggled and they continued until they finally pinned him down. I sighed and watched his angry face as he stared at our faces.
“Call Mrs Claire!” I ordered the guards and one of them
