Filthy commoner

King Killian stayed rotted on the spot, his eyes blazing with fury as he fixed them on the strange man. He clenched and unclenched his fists, fighting the urge to break his neck right there.

He had been so focused on Elena's look that he didn't notice she had stepped on her gown. However, when he noticed and tried to reach her, someone closer did. A man who was a fool to dare touch what belonged to him. A man bold and stupid enough to have held his wife.

If the man hadn't foolishly stepped in, King Killian still would have caught his wife, no matter how far he was. He wasn't just the fastest being alive for nothing.