They all turned to look at him as he landed next to Arella. He gripped her shoulders, steadying her.
"Who dared harm my wife? Who dares attack my palace?" His demonic energy flared out as his voice thundered through the garden, dark tendrils of power curling around his form like living shadows. The ground cracked beneath his feet, the ground splintering under the sheer weight of his fury.
"Arella." He growled, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
Just as he was speaking, Velmoria and the Young Lady of Darvia ran into the garden. In the air, Lord Castiel followed. Velmoria stood next to Lady Seraphine and Lady Immera, as she gave the king a bow. "Your majesty."
