Seymour did not know how to approach the King and enquire about his state of mind, especially when he was switching his moods faster than anything he had ever seen. Barely a moment ago, he was ready to rip anyone's head off who dared to stand in his way. But now, he had calmed down on his own and it looked as though his anger was all Seymour's illusion.
"Your Majesty, is something the matter? Did something happen?" Eventually, Seymour gathered all the courage in him and voiced his confusion, hoping against hope that his King would not lash out at him for his rudeness.
Seymour was waiting for his King to lose control again. But all he received was a low, amused chuckle and Seymour widened his eyes in disbelief. Though it was not rare for him to see his King laugh, it was the first time he heard his unrestrained and hearty laugh.