"The slave's health has improved, Your Majesty." He said while putting his hands on her forehead. "Rest assured she will wake up soon. But the mark on her neck, Your-" He wasn't given the chance to continue by the agitated king before him and stayed silent for a while.
"Summon Lady Telisha to the throne room."
Alexander's anger was still boiling. He didn't like it that something like this happened under his nose.
Being restless was not common for him. Instead, he believes that he should be the one giving the feeling of restlessness to others, as the thought of fearing him.
Because he sees strength in their fear. Being able to control it is an advantage for mental battles and control.
"As you wish." Jarris could only comply.
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"You called for me, Your Majesty?" She asked innoc
