The sound that cut him off wasn't a voice. It was a crack.
Meical's fist connected with his face before anyone could blink.
Dorian stumbled, crashing into the marble floor with a groan.
Fuck! I hate this man. Meical thought to himself.
Veynar shouted "How dare you!" but Meical's other hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar and sending him sprawling beside his son with a heavy thud.
Gasps echoed through the chamber. The guards stiffened but didn't move, even they looked uncertain whether to interfere.
Radomir leaned forward slowly, the wine forgotten. His voice was low. "Meical, Meical...we talk with our words here.."
Meical straightened, breathing slow but heavy, his knuckles bloodied. "Your Majesty."
"I asked for an explanation.." Radomir said. "Not a demonstration."
Veynar groaned, trying to lift himself up. "You see? You see what kind of man he is? He acts without cause, like a rabid animal."
