Lord Varos was fuming like a hot steaming pot as he marches with his minions trailing behind.
He was muttering like a literal troll and although they couldn't hear him precisely, they all knew that he was probably spouting a bunch of nonsense regarding Elara.
The man hated her so much the he would probably be dreaming of killing both her and the king.
Disgusting mind.
That's what happens when a person gets even the slightest taste of power, it gets way in over their heads.
In lord Varos's muttering and fuming, he forgot to look up until he bumps into a very tall and hard figure.
The moment he rears his head back to scream at the insolent fool who dares to stop him from his strides, he has to go and console the king of Valaghar.
But when his eyes collided with the thundering grey ones of the king himself, lord Varos peed himself a little as the impact of what he just did dawned on him.
