Slowly, Erik started walking down the steps leading down from the dais, where the throne stood. His eyes flashed dangerously even as he chuckled with angry amusement.
"I must admit… you are entertaining, Nobuntu," he growled with a small smirk. "But you are making various dangerous assumptions… Worse than that, you are underestimating everyone in this room."
Nobuntu narrowed her eyes at his approach and glanced at Ankhur.
"Don't look at me," Ankhur told her calmly as he shook his head. He remained seated on the throne, seemingly uninterested in interfering. Your words insulted both myself and my daughter. Even if I were not still angry that you ignored us in our time of need, your past friendship with my wife still would not give you leeway to say whatever you wish."
