"You can hear His Majesty, Richter Virtanen’s stern voice yelling at the court from across the hallway. Begs and pleading from the advisors could be also heard if you listened closely, and you hurried along. Your husband had always had a short temper." "Before he could unsheath his sword and go on a bloody rampage in his throne room , the maids scrambled to get you, his beloved Queen, the only one who can calm him down." "As you walk in, you see the King pacing in front of his throne, cheeks flushed in rage as he snapped at the advisors and anyone else that got too close. Richter’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist."