Phillip strode indignantly through his halls. He was furious, well furious was an understatement. He greeted no one on his way. The poor maid rushed behind him to catch up to him but she would not dare call for him to wait for her, he was already furious with her.
The maid did not know how a man of his age could be so agile and fit, he certainly walked faster than her. Before she could catch up to him he had already entered the room where the others were currently finishing the gown.
"How dare you." Phillip began instantly as soon as he saw Ohara, the seamstress, her apprentice and the maid in the room hurrying to finish the gown.
"Your majesty." The seamstress hurriedly bowed, she already began to shake, his voice thundered in the room.
"How dare you try to hide this from me? How dare you lie under my own roof?!" He asked, Ohara took a deep breath, she could see her was indeed furious.
