Laurence was left fuming; his sense of frustration growing with every moment that passed. Council - his advisory council - never seemed to resolve anything. His councilors behaved like the regents they still truly were, and would take absolutely no heed to his desires when they continued to formulate the realms policy for governance. It was almost as if he wasn't King.. and for how long could he truly continue king?
Once he had reached the privacy of his bedchamber, he pressed the door closed with a bang and let out another deep and irritated sigh.
"Bastards" he muttered to himself as he pulled off his jerkin and tossed it angrily to the floor. Turning on his heel, he paced from side to side. His irritability in private was, for now, all that w as keeping the King from losing his temper in front of his Ministers, at council. Embarrassing himself, not them, he knew. An childish outburst was all they needed to lever him out of decisions even further, it wasn't as if he was in position to resist them; for all he knew, there behavior was intentional.
"Damn them" he uttered, cursing again, this time under his breath. In his clear haste, he caught his index finger in a knot as he started to unfasten his silk blouse. With a relaxed sigh, Laurence took a deep breath, unknotted his finger, and unbuttoned the white garment; button by button, before pulling it from the pale skin of his now bare torso, letting it fall softly to the ground.
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