The king stepped into the room, and I took him in.
He was handsome; even though he was most definitely in his sixties, you could tell he was still a handsome man, and much more handsome in his younger days.
He had short blonde hair and a perfect jawline. His body was well fit, and he was towering tall.
He rushed to the Queen's side and completely ignored the rest of us standing.
"Fiona." He said this as he gently rubbed his hand over his head and set aside the strands of hair. "What happened?"
She gave him a light smile. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not." He said
Then he turned to the rest of us in the room.
"What the fuck happened?" He demanded his eyes had become blazed with fury, and you could tell he was out for blood.
From his eyes, I could tell he was very much still in love with her. I am madly in love with her, in fact.