Within the royal court, it was deadly silent after Astaroth left. The enormous doors had barely settled back into place before the weight of the confrontation began pressing down on everyone present.
Damian, however simply leaned back on his throne and continued rubbing Rin's fur with an almost disturbing amount of focus, his fingers moving slowly through the fox's soft fur while Rin rested comfortably on his lap as though the entire court did not exist.
The silence stretched long enough for the uneasiness in the room to become obvious. A few ministers exchanged glances, but none dared speak. After witnessing Damian openly challenge Astaroth, the leader of the Council of Elders, no one wanted to be the first person foolish enough to test his mood.
Then Damian casually raised his hand.
Buzz!
