"Just another useless royal after all, aren't you?" Another pair of hands grab fistfuls of Yuzuru's clothes, pulling and tearing. There's an undercurrent of anger in the air now, a vicious sort of energy that fills the soldiers.

Suddenly, they go still. There's the sound of heavy booted feet somewhere down the hall: another regiment of soldiers approaching the study. The soldiers in the room groan. "Quick, hide him," someone mutters.