Leha walks through the corridors and reaches the King's private court. He doesn't bother to knock on the massive wooden door and pushes it open. His eyes roam around the room and fall on his husband sitting on the long desk with paper scattered all across the expanse of it and beside him is their first born.
Their eyes snap at the entrance at the sudden interruption while going on with an important discussion. "My King," Leha calls, getting inside quickly and closing the door behind him.
He rushes toward his husband and son. "I have some important news to tell you," Leha tells them, his eyebrows hunching down when the several maps spread over across the desk catch his eyes.
"What's going on?" Leha lets out, and his gaze flits up to his husband. "Are there any threats coming from the rivals?" He asks, panic rising from his throat.
What in the fucking hell is going on?