Lancet lowered his hand slowly, his fingers relaxing by degrees as he steadied his breathing. The silence that followed didn't feel like completion. It was the silence of people thinking.
He could feel it. Every eye in the room was still on him.
Fuck, it was really overbearing!
Lancet shifted his weight slightly, wanting this to be over fast. He looked toward the King.
Thinking of how to approach this, Lancet thought it was best to keep his posture respectful. It wouldn't be perfect because he was a little stiff. But that was from the tension, and from wanting to leave but knowing the moment had not yet released him.
"Your Majesty," he said carefully, "if that is all… may I take my leave?"
For a brief second, it seemed like the question might be accepted.
Then one of the administrators cleared his throat.
"Just a moment," the man said.
The words were polite, but they settled heavily into the room.
Lancet felt it immediately. Of course it wasn't over.
