"The previous king did indeed help many. I cannot deny that," Florian said, his voice calm but firm as he crossed his arms against his chest. His emerald eyes gleamed with an intensity that cut through the air. "But was it truly for the best of his people?"
"How dare you, an outsider, question the king!" Alexandrius snapped, slamming his hand against the table as he rose to his feet, eyes blazing with indignation.
Florian, however, remained utterly unfazed.
"The previous king," he repeated coolly.
"What?" Alexandrius barked, caught off-guard.
"He's dead, isn't he?" Florian gestured toward Heinz without looking away from Alexandrius. "The king right now is here. So how about you show some respect—and sit back down?"
'Also have to remind them that Heinz had killed their beloved king.'
The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut glass.
