After receiving the bad news about the failure of the duke, the king was so angered by the failure that he had begun thrashing everything in his room.
The sound of shattering crystals and porcelain echoed in the vast chamber, while the Royal Guards that delivered the letter watched in complete silence. None of them dared to utter a word, as the king's rage was known to be uncontrollable.
They have no wish to receive the fury of the king. So they just stood there like statues as the king smashed everything that he can get his hands on.
The king's eyes were blazing with fury, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was pacing back and forth, muttering angry curses under his breath. The failure of the duke was not only a blow to his pride, but it also meant that the capital was now vulnerable to its enemies.