Where the fuck are you coming from looking like this?" Elara shot to her feet the moment Adrian stepped into the room.
Her eyes immediately landed on the blood soaking his clothes.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Is that the king's blood all over you?" she demanded, horror flashing across her face. "By the Goddess, are you a fucking idiot? Do you want to get all of us killed before you even take the throne?"
The words had barely left her mouth when Adrian's expression darkened.
In two long strides, he was in front of her.
"What did I tell you about speaking to me like that?" he growled, his voice dangerously low.
His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing uneven. At this point, it was obvious his mind had begun slipping into the familiar madness that overtook him whenever his emotions spiraled beyond control.
Elara refused to back down.
