Ryuzaki's phone buzzed with a notification. The sound was sharp, almost mocking in its cheerful chime—a stark contrast to the suffocating tension that had settled between him and blazar. He picked up the sleek device from his trouser's pocket with deliberate slowness.
"In any other circumstance," he said, his thumb hovering over the glowing screen, "a first-year begging to room with a King would be expelled for audacity. Hell, they'd probably be lucky to escape with just expulsion—most would find themselves scrubbing floors in the academy's deepest dungeons until their fingers bled."
His violet eyes glittered with dangerous amusement as he watched Blazar's face for any flicker of reaction.
"Yet here you are, standing in my private sanctum, acting like I'm forcing you into some medieval labor camp. Acting like I'm some tyrannical overlord dragging you to the gallows."
He placed the phone on the black coffee table
