"Why, because I just watched that warrior knock the tray from that man's hands and instead of apologizing he is blaming the servant for dropping the plates," Grant says. David's fist tightens, his eyes never leaving Grant's. "No, my warriors do not abuse my servants. Please excuse me while I deal with Jared since he seems to be the one in the wrong," David says through gritted teeth.
He stands from the table and I start to panic. I jump up and follow him. As soon as we get close the scent of chocolate and coffee has my mouth practically watering. "Jared, our guests seem to think that you pushed this servant. Is that what happened, Jared," David asks. "No, your majesty. He bumped into me because he can't walk and carry a tray at the same time." I ball my fists at my sides. I have a feelin
