Third Person's Point of View
Several Hours Ago
As soon as Prince Zatan vanished from the Queen’s bedchamber, King Luther stirred from where he had been thrown to the ground. With growing fury, he picked himself up, his face flushed with anger. Tiny fragments of the shattered wall clung to his royal suit, and he brushed them off harshly, his movements sharp and agitated.
His eyes blazed as they landed on Queen Drucilla, who was still struggling to stand. Her body trembled, weakened from being forcefully slammed into the stone wall, the imprint of the impact still etched behind her. Pain etched her face as she braced herself against the cold marble floor, one hand pressing against the cracked wall for support.
“Why did you do that?!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the silence of the pala
