When she stormed in, they stopped and stared at her. Anger darkened King Lucien's eyes.

"Vetta?" One word. A loaded question.

"I'm s-sorry, my king. I didn't know you were in the middle of something so important..." She faltered because she did know, but she didn't believe.

Lucien's mouth flattened in displeasure. He turned his attention back to the message man. "Get out." He dropped in a dismissive tone.

Vetta doesn't need to be told ...