He even sharply noticed a flash of anger on Beatrice's face.
Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!
If it had been someone else he didn't know, Louis would have likely taken a step back, afraid that blood would splatter on him.
He raised his head, contemplating what words to use to make Beatrice less angry.
Then, he heard a faint sigh coming from within the bedchamber:
"But I am already exhausted."
As this voice echoed, the door of the bedchamber slowly opened.
"Your Majesty, this is..."
Marquis York said blankly.
Beside him, the Legendary Iron Guard Rudolph said:
"Let's go, Lady Beatrice, His Highness Louis, and Marquis York, let's all go have an audience."
An unbelievable speculation flashed through Marquis York's mind, and he stumbled forward awkwardly and without grace towards the depths of the bedchamber.
Seeing this, Louis and the others quickened their pace and followed him in.
It wasn't long before Louis saw Marquis York standing there in a daze.
