Someone important

All the servants who were praying for Dahlia's downfall bit their tongues in fear when they saw Azriel walk out cradling Dahlia in his arms rather than punishing her as they had expected.

The worry on his face and dismissal of their presence made them realize Dahlia meant more to him than they ever imagined and now they were the ones shitting their pants in fear of what he would do to them for actively taking part in her misery.

Azriel on the other hand was too focused on Dahlia's wellbeing to give a flying fuck about the flies buzzing around him.

Once he got to his room, Azriel pulled the comforter aside and laid her gently on his bed while he anxiously waited for the doctor.

"He's here," Lyonne shouted the moment he stepped into the room.

"Your Majesty." The old balding man behind Lyonne greeted.