Interlocking Gears

Dane felt as though his mouth had gone bone-dry.

He was angry, and he felt wronged.

So he berated the person responsible for triggering this whole mess all the more harshly.

“You incompetent fool. What were you thinking, meddling with the Grand Ducal House? And without my permission!”

“P-please calm down, Your Highness.”

As Dane grabbed a nearby glass, about to throw it, the attendants beside him, frantic with worry, barely managed to restrain him.

The person who had nearly been struck by the glass merely kept his head bowed.

It was already the fifth time this had happened today.

Dane watched as the chief attendant forcibly took the glass from his hand, then slumped into his seat as if all strength had left him.

He clutched his head and groaned in anguish...