"The Priest stays in the hall. He doesn't move, he doesn't 'investigate,' and he doesn't breathe without my permission," Alaric snapped. "If he tries to come to me, detain him."
It was a bit overboard, but for the Duke, who was too annoyed that his time with Julian kept getting ignored, it was the best he could do without losing his mind.
The knights felt the Duke's fury and knew it was best to obey.
"Understood, Your Grace," Prid replied, his hand resting firmly on his hilt as he turned a cold, menacing gaze, ready to carry out the order unconditionally.
Alaric continued his march, his boots echoing like thunder as he carried Julian toward the guest wing. He had every intention of kicking the door shut and locking it, but as the double doors to Julian's swung open, the scene inside brought him to a dead, frigid halt.
