King Ophire glared at the man who had come bearing such inauspicious news that it had made his mood to sour.
"What do you mean by missing!?" He growled and arose from his seat.
The difference in the heights of the two men was evident once the King stood before the steward.
Though this steward was physically fit and had a muscular build, he was still puny when he stood in comparison with his lord and master.
Ophire gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes when he saw the cowering figure of his faithful steward.
"Speak, lad!" He snarled when he did not hear the answer to his earlier question.
The steward tried his best to not stutter his answer out as that might infuriate the King further.
Though King Ophire could make out his fear and anxiety, he was in no mood to care for it as the crisis at hand was much larger than the two of them.
Looks like Yvonne snatched something else from the Grand Duke... Though this time it was unintentional.
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