Alaric retreated to his chamber, and the physician was immediately summoned to attend to him, while Rowan was taken back to the dungeon and the cell doors slammed shut behind him with a loud clang.
The king gritted his teeth in fury as they cleaned the blood from his nose, one cloth becoming soaked after another.
He still could not believe the humiliation he had suffered. His fists clenched at his sides as he breathed heavily, while the physician tending to him swallowed hard and tried not to make a single mistake.
Sweat beaded on the brows of everyone in the room, including the servant holding the bowl of water.
Alaric had intended to teach Rowan a lesson, yet the entire situation had backfired spectacularly. Worst of all, his loyal guards had witnessed him being knocked to the ground.
