“擅闯御花园？哪个不开眼的？”我spat out the stem, my eyes wide as saucers, staring at the flustered sycophant beside me. The courtyard was buzzing like a beehive.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, a voice cut through the noise. "Hold on, hold on. Who's the one making a scene here?" The voice was smooth, confident, and carried an air of authority that made my blood run cold.

I turned to see a tall, imposing figure standing there, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He was dressed in luxurious robes, his posture regal and commanding. My heart pounded as I realized I had never seen him before in my life.

But before I could say anything, the sycophant stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty, I assure you, this was a mistake. I did not mean to—"

"Halt," the figure interrupted, his voice cold and firm. "Save your excuses. I want to know exactly what happened here."

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like I was caught in the middle of something I didn't understand. But then, the figure's gaze fell on me, and I felt like I was frozen solid.