"Aria was here?" Radulf's demeanor shifted instantly, deep frowns etching across his forehead.
"But I sent her away," Zenna quickly assured him. "Her tone with me has suddenly turned soft. You need not worry about it," she pointed out, as if that alone was enough to dismiss any concerns.
Radulf let out a low, frustrated exhale. "And how am I supposed to be worry-free?" he demanded, his voice laced with irritation. "Who allowed that bitch to enter the chamber?" he growled.
"Who allowed that bitch to enter the chamber?" Radulf growled, his voice thick with anger.
"Radulf, watch your tone when speaking about a royal," Zenna raised her voice this time, turning to face him while holding a book in her hand. "I know you don't like the royals, but you have to be careful. Cursing won't change anything. Why ruin your own mood over it?" she reprimanded him.
Radulf scoffed. "I will say it to Aria's face one day," he declared without hesitation.