His violet eyes were trained on the piece of paper in his hands before he scrunched it up and threw it harshly as it stuck the wall and landed on the ground.
He let out a frustrated breath before he ran his hands down his face.
He was sitting behind a mahogany desk in the middle of his personal study room. This desk had belonged to his father before him and it was here that Drystan had learned how to rule.
The letter that he had just read had irked him so harshly that all he wanted to do was to break something but he knew that he had to channel his anger in a productive way, at least until he would be able to find a permanent solution to his problems.
He turned his gaze to the window on his left from where he could see the vast stretches of his kingdom, far into the distance as well.
