Inside the grand royal tent, King Yordan slammed his fist onto the table, the impact so loud it startled every soldier nearby. The wine glass on the table trembled, nearly tipping over from the burning fury radiating off their ruler.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" His voice thundered through the room, making the very air feel heavier with tension.
The officers standing before him bowed their heads, their bodies stiff with fear. Some swallowed nervously, not daring to meet the furious eyes of their king.
An older general stepped forward, trying to explain despite the quiver in his voice. "Your Majesty… We didn't expect an intruder to get that far. We had tight security in place, but they—"
"NONSENSE!!" Yordan roared, cutting him off. His glare pierced through the officer in front of him, his face contorted in rage. "The elf princess AND the bee princess… both managed to escape in a single night?! And you dare stand before me with such pathetic excuses?!"
