"Your Majesty..."
Lucius's cautious voice spoke from behind him.
Heinz ignored it entirely as he stormed—no, stomped—angrily into his office, the echo of his boots pounding against the marble floor like war drums. The two sets of footsteps that followed were slower, more hesitant. Lucius and Lancelot trailed behind him, uneasy, and with good reason.
The moment Heinz entered, he whirled around. His crimson eyes were blazing with fury, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Lucius and Lancelot froze in place, visibly tense—mildly concerned, yes, but mostly terrified.
"Where is he?" Heinz demanded, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel. His glare could've turned them to stone.
"H-He went to visit... her, Your Majesty," Lucius stammered, immediately bowing his head to avoid the full weight of Heinz's gaze.
Of course he did.
Of course he fucking did.
