Scott POV
I was sitting in a small meeting room with the king, Ben, and two other men. I did not like them and felt the need to punch one on the nose, making comments that sounded threatening. These two were the king's advisors, and I got the idea that even the king did not like them much.
'Enough.' The king bellowed as he thumped his hand on the table, causing me to look at him.
'But Albert, we are only doing our job...' The king did not let him finish.
'I am your king, and you will show me respect.' The king's voice, though seemingly calm, carried a palpable weight of authority. It was a voice that could make even the bravest soul quiver. I found myself disliking even the undertones in his voice, a sign of his power that I couldn't ignore.
'Sir, Scott is new and will need our help t
