The sound of the doors to the meeting hall being shut, were much louder to Neveah's ears than they should have been.
They were not just closed doors, but Neveah's only hope of escape slamming shut right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it.
"What... can I do for you... Your Grace?" Neveah stuttered out.
"A lot..." Xenon replied in King Jian's place.
Neveah stared warily between Xenon and King Jian, especially considering that Xenon's hand was still right where it had been.
King Jian passed a look to Neveah, but he did not say a word. Neveah also was not opportune to enquire because Xenon did not allow for it.
A yelp of surprise escaped Neveah as she was lifted off her chair, right into Xenon's arms.
How he had moved so quickly, Neveah could not tell, but in the blink of an eye, she found herself straddling Xenon while he stared at her with a darkened gaze.