THIRD PERSON POV
Claude had been entrusted with many tasks during his time in the palace, but delivering urgent news to the king was always the most nerve-wracking. This time, panic was etched on his face as he hurried through the corridors. He reached the king's office, his mind racing, and in his haste, he forgot to knock.
Zavier was in his office lost in his thoughts, staring blankly at a document on his desk. The sudden intrusion startled him, and he looked up with a scowl. "Claude, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
Claude's face was flushed with fear. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," he stammered as he approached cautiously, "but it's urgent.”
He looked up, his expression unreadable. "Speak, Claude.”
He swallowed.
“If you don't have anything to say, you could leave. I hate this disgusting habit of yours. Have you suddenly forgotten how you talk?!” He lashed.
Claude was taken aback but he knew the king was angry. “Aria... she's in the hospital.”