Jemma burst through the door to the King's study.
He glanced up at her, looking mildly unimpressed before looking back down at his paperwork.
Remus was stood beside him, his hand on his blade, ready to strike if she made one wrong move.
Jemma was way beyond caring about that; however, her deathly glare pinned on the king.
"Can I help you with something?" he asked, not glancing up.
"What have you done to him?" she snarled, stomping ever closer.
The king sighed and looked up, "Done to who?" he asked, playing dumb.
"To Michael!" she screeched, "What have you done to out bond?"
He just smirked in response.
"Tell me, or I swear I'll -" she started.
"You'll do what?" the King bellowed, slamming his hands on the desk and standing up to face her head on, "I'm am the King, little half bre
