The only empty chair was Hauth’s. On its right sat Aldys Beech, the King’s treasurer, along with his wife and son. Elm didn’t bother to glance at them. “Shove over.” Beech’s eyes, already too large for his head, bulged. “But, sire, the King has gifted us these seats—” “I don’t give a flying f—”
Literally had to stop and read this twice. It's so freaking funny. I can't. XD
