Ciaran was shaking as he gathered up the courage to speak. On the other hand, the room was a mess, with Virgil moving around, taking the sharp edges out of the way. He was circling the room, grabbing anything he could find to remove the broken glasses and ceramics from their feet. He would quickly move the debris from the middle to the corner and push the sharp edges away from their feet.
“What is the solution?” Nicholas was fuming; he was inches away from throwing the next bottle on the ground.
“Your Majesty, I will take that.” Aldrich quickly took the paperweight from his hand. He quickly turned to check if there was anything left that could be broken behind him to remove it from Nicholas’s hands.