Majid shoved him back on the bed hard, slamming the heel of his palm into his chest. "How dare you suggest that I came here for money. After years and years of service to the king and to you both? How dare you." He'd never been so offended in his life, which was saying something because it was rather easy to offend Majid. He had such a strict code of moral behavior, of what he thought was honor.
He scoffed and stood up again, going back to pacing because he had to keep moving, like a shark, or he'd sink into what--he didn't know.
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