"What do you think you are doing?" The king's voice is low, radiating deadly ice. Uriel drops the whip and falls to her knees with the others, pressing her forehead to the floor.
"Your Majesty!" She exclaims.
King Coldstrom drops the whip to the floor and she sees that the momentum of the c***k had bitten into his hand. It rapidly heals in front of her as he strides briskly towards her.
"Are you okay?" He asks her and she nods, a little overwhelmed by the sudden development of the last minute.
He takes her arms and places them around his neck before placing an arm behind her knees and around her back and scooping her up. She winces, the movement jarring her sore back and his jaw visibly clenches. His displeasure torpedoes the environment of the room, turning the atmosphere from the p
