"Were you aware?" Torran's voice recoil in the entire dining hall as he enters in. He drops his gloves and sheds his cloak.
Lady Seraphine looks up at him, her hair styled beautifully in an updo swirl, her face glowing and bruise-less and she wore a beautiful sapphire gowns.
"Welcome back" she gets up from her designated seat with a simple bow. But torran wasn't having it.
"I said were you aware?" He stood in front of her as his entire frame towers over hers.
"Aware of what?" She asks. King Torran palmed his face as he takes a very deep breath.
"That Valaghar went over to Arameor" lady Seraphine looked down at her fingers. "Well? Did you?!!"
"Yes your majes—" she didn't get to complete her words when a sound slap echoes in the entire dining hall and she falls to the ground.
This was never something new to Seraphine but every time he does that, it still doesn't deduce the pain.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!!" He kicked her so hard in the stomach that she coughed up blood.
