Elysia was dumbfounded, she had no idea how to feel at the moment. The King had just killed a titled man in front of everyone, and was now acting as of nothing had happened.
"How is your neck? Does it hurt?" His eyes shifted to the two wholes on her neck, before returning back to her green eyes.
"I-tt does not hurt that much, Your Majesty." She managed to reply, her eyes looking at everything but the King's face.
"Eyes on me Elysia, tell me what is on your mind?" Azreal asked, his fingers caressing her back.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, "You just killed a man, Your Majesty, in front of everyone." She whispered, her voice strained, as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
A smile appeared across Azrael's face, "Does it bother you?" He questioned, his tone still calm.