"Does His Majesty want us to dine here as well?!" Lady Eleanor, who had gotten down from her horse, whined as she stomped her feet on the ground. Her restlessness showed in the way her face scrunched in distaste only because the king was doing this for another woman who wasn't her.
"Every one of you keeps mute and acts as though you like this forest. I regret coming for this ridiculous hunt." She harrumphed, her hands crossed over each other on her chest.
Yet still, no one responded to her tantrums, making her anger brew more inside of her. Just then, the sound of the running hooves of the king's horse echoed as Sthena stopped a few feet away from where everyone stood.
Lady Eleanor, on seeing him, took some steps back as she and the others bowed; the courage she had before dissipated into the thin air. His presence commanded respect from everyone.
