"Well? What's going on here?" Heinz tilted his head, voice calm—too calm—but those glowing red eyes said otherwise. They glinted dangerously under his long lashes, a clear sign that something was brewing under that cold exterior.
'Shit. He's mad. He's definitely mad.'
Florian's stomach twisted into knots. He knew that glow. That subtle shift in Heinz's tone—the silk-wrapped steel, the warning before the storm.
But... why? Why was he angry?
Either way, Florian knew better than to let this escalate. Heinz had already been testy all day—probably because of Delilah—and the last thing Florian needed was to be the target of whatever foul mood was simmering beneath that sharp, royal facade.
"Lady Scarlett was... just asking me her question," Florian stammered, straightening his back as much as the maid outfit would allow. He threw a quick glance at Scarlett, silently pleading for backup.
