"Bed your new bride and queen and I will get your mother out of that cursed ring."
Malachi gritted his teeth, and everyone flew out of the room when the old king's office erupted in flames. Books, shelves, and worthy documents all burned to the ground as the King leaned more on the table, his eyes now golden, red, and blue… similar to the fire that burned around him and his father.
"Release my mother now, or I will make sure everyone in the Main Castle suffocates tonight."
The old king smiled and loved this fiery, dominant, and crazy side of his son. If not for his mother and that little brat in his life… he would have been a good monster to use to keep everyone in line.
"Fine, Gwendolyn has been sent down there, and your mother might have been led all the way to your pavilion by that little friend of yours for immediate care by now."
