Kyrell heard the commotion before he was informed about it. He was still beside Lyra, refusing to leave her side when one of his guardsmen rushed inside his chambers looking aghast.
"What happened?'' he asked not having any patience left. Kyrell was already quite livid having learned about Alice and his tribe's misdeeds against the one he loved. He felt like he was reaching his limit and didn't know when he would snap and start tearing everyone apart, it was getting harder and harder to stay calm while his tribe seemed hell-bent on riling him up.
They were trying every weapon in their arsenal but he held back, he had to. Getting consumed by his bloodlust now and scaring his Lyra once she regains her consciousness was the last thing he wanted. But god was it becoming more and more difficult? And now? Facing the guard's face now told him enough. Someone would die today. Kyrell decided to make sure of that. Because his tribe clearly didn't like having a benevolent ruler.
