Andrew’s grip on the report was tight, his knuckles white as his eyes scanned the last few lines once more. His jaw was clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, and Dairus, leaning casually against the wall behind him, watched with sharp eyes, waiting for the inevitable reaction.
Andrew exhaled sharply, folding the report in half before striding out of his office with heavy, determined steps. Dairus pushed off the wall, following behind at a slower pace, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
The walk to the King’s library was brisk, Andrew’s boots clicking against the marble floor, his mind racing. He did not hesitate as he pushed open the grand doors, his eyes locking onto the king immediately.
Xerxes sat behind his desk, his focus on the do
