Iris haters aren’t mad at what she said, because most of them can find a way to justify why Caitlin/Killer Frost can say hateful things and hurt and/or attempt to kill everyone on Team Flash and still return to Team Flash without explanation or apology. No, they’re mad because what Iris said mattered. They’re mad because she had the audacity to tell her fiancé, the ‘Superhero’ that he was in the wrong and she held him accountable for what he’s done. They’re mad because her words resounded with Barry so much that he changed his way of thinking—for her. They’re mad because the ‘Superhero’ relied on Iris and Iris alone to help him defeat the meta. They’re mad because NO ONE affects him the way she does.
Iris was 100% justified in being hurt that he left her the way that he did. That he gave her absolutely no warning and walked away from her with a smile on her face. She has a right to be angry that she had to face judgment and pity from family and friends in his absence. She was not wrong for feeling the way she felt. Her feelings were valid and deserved to be heard. Barry’s actions had consequences and this was one of them.
Iris and Barry are the Gold Standard of DCTV because not only was Iris able to talk to her fiancé and be 100% honest but he listened, apologized, explained his thought process and corrected his mistake. That’s what mature, loving, grown-ass couples do. That’s what people in love do. That’s why the haters are mad because over and over and over and over again the writers reiterate that Iris, a black woman, is the most important person to the most important character on this show and he would do anything in the world for her and they can’t stand that.
Request:Could I request a bucky smut where bucky and reader have had an argument and are ignoring each other but the next day they are full on screaming at each other and buckys like fuck it and throws reader against the wall and leads to angry make up smut and later the rest of the team are just like “guess they made up then”
Word Count: 1380
Warning: Smut and profanity.
Y/n was breathing heavily as she walked towards her room, she could hear Bucky’s heavy footsteps quickly following behind her. Coming to an abrupt stop, she turned around quickly causing her hair to swing around her face.
“What the hell do you want Bucky?” She seethed out.
Glaring at her, “You need to start training more often.”
Y/n scoffed, “I don’t need training, how many times do I have to tell you?!” Her voice began to rise in volume.
“After what just happened out there?!” Bucky shook his head as he stepped closer to her, she didn’t back down as he did so, only putting her hands on her hips, “You might want to rethink your technique because last time I checked, you shouldn’t need someone to cover your ass every moment of a mission.”
anyway have some peraltiago headcanons following the proposal im not even putting this under a read more suffer like i did (@elsaclack made me do it)
listen okay jake and amy aren’t really sure how they end up at shaw’s it’s all kind of a blur after boyle faints there’s definitely lots of making out and forehead touches while grinning at each other and crying and they probably broke like 7 laws driving to shaw’s bc jake can’t keep his eyes off of amy long enough and they show up 40 minutes late
is the rest of the squad even at shaw’s???? who knows not them they cant keep their eyes (and hands) off of each other (the rest the squad kinda migrates away after an hour anyway theres only so many times they can stomach jake and amy kissing in one night) (rosa drags charles out with her)
theyre not even like dying to have sex tho like thats not it they just cant believe its real like theres a real life honest to god ring on amy’s finger and it looks so pretty in all of the different kinds of light and she cant help but spin it around her finger (neither can jake he hasnt let go of her hand bc he loves feeling the ring press against his fingers he’s squeezing so tightly its kinda painful and sharp but it just reminds him that all of this is real) (he can’t wait to get his own ring and have it clink against hers)
its surreal that they get to do this for the rest of their lives i mean there was never any doubt that they wouldnt but now it’s official and when amy looks over at jake every other second to check that this is still happening she always catches him grinning right back at her so she leans up and kisses him bc its different now its all a part of the next stage of their lives and she can taste the happiness on his lips (its super hard to figure out how to makeout when they cant stop laughing into each others mouths)
its like theyre frozen in time honestly has there ever been anything more beautiful than amy santiago it seems largely impossible bc she only seems to get prettier with every second jake stares at her (which is every second)
its also like time is slipping away though bc there’s this incredible urgency to spend every moment like it counts like at any second someone’s going to come and rip it all away (its happened before oc and jake doesnt like the thoughts creeping up in the back of his mind bc this is their night this is the rest of their lives but he’s woken up to enough nightmares of amy falling out of his grasp) so they can’t get enough of touching each other and laughing and looking at each other and kissing this is going to be a night they remember forever
amy likes running her fingers over jake’s face and through his hair and she memorized how he feels a long time ago but she’s so restless to get down every last detail of this night the way his eyes glisten and the redness in his cheeks from laughing and smiling and kissing and how messy his hair is from her fingers pulling him in for another kiss every second she goes without him (its every second every moment she needs him more than anything) his smile is wider than she’s ever seen and she traces her fingers over his lips and ghosts her lips over his skin and pulls him in again bc even when he’s right next to her he’s too far away
it takes them an hour to even make it past her doorway bc they cant stop laughing and grinning is this real is this happening amy can hear his proposal on repeat thru her mind and she’s breathless from kissing him for every word she remembers i love you you’re beautiful you’re the best detective will you marry me and she wants to say yes over and over again yes of course how could you doubt it
jake is shell shocked and tries to take his shoes off by the door but his hands are occupied around amy’s waist and her hips her back and her hair and her face bc she will not ever slip away from him again he’s going to make sure of it there is not one moment he wants to spend without her by his side ever again
i love you has been said so many times it has lost all meaning so they
say it in other ways instead and in the tone of their voices and in the
softness of their eyes and in the caresses of their hands and in the
reverent way they linger after every kiss with their eyes still closed
because sometimes feeling are more important than tangible things anyway
it’s around 5am when they finally get a chance to breathe normally and theyre face to face safe under the covers of their own bed and they havent felt even the slightest hints of sleep but theyve felt enough love to last the rest of their lives and beyond (and its good its perfect bc they actually get to love each other for the rest of their lives god jake would scream it from the rooftops if it didnt mean unentangling himself from amy)
theyre still trailing their fingers over each other and jake can feel the chill of the ring against his skin and its driving him crazy he’ll pick up her hand every once in a while and bring it to his lips just to stop the torture (but he always lets her go again amy knows exactly what she’s doing)
they spend the rest of the night (morning? they have lost all track of time theyve lost every sense except each other) talking just talking about the night and how they feel and what theyre going to do next
amy spends about half an hour already messily planning the wedding (theres a full binder under the bed but that would require leaving jakes arms and the little kisses he keeps pressing to her chest) and her words arent rly making sense bc she’s still on adrenaline and stuttering over the waves of pleasure as jakes hands ghost up and down her sides and it’s hard to talk when smiling so wide but she lays out everything as well as she can
jake is hanging off of every word she says really truly she’s put so much thought into this and them and him and he would give her anything she asked for he’d count every star in the sky one by one (one for everything he loves about her) if it meant spending the rest of his life with her (really truly he’s not sure what he ever did to deserve the woman in his arms)
their alarms go off when theyre still faintly giggling with fatigue finally washing over them but theyre too reluctant to end the day and put it in the past and too reluctant to stop looking at each other and god really the only way they manage to fall asleep at all is with the promise that they get to spend every day like this forever until death do them apart
Louis took a song that could be made just about him and still made sure it wasn’t as he touched on really important topics in his lyric video to raise awareness. TSwift releases a whiny song about how sorry she feels for herself and release a video even more about herself where she also seriously have some serious problematic yet Louis is the one media drags for #FirstWorldProblems I am so angry
You sit in your favorite yellow armchair that is placed at the perfect angle to give you the best light to read, it was the best reading light in all of Avengers Tower. You had found your chair in a vintage shop in Brooklyn with Bucky one day and had fallen in love. You purchased it right away and not wanting to wait for delivery, you forced Bucky to carry your chair with his bionic arm the whole way back to the tower.
Bucky was your best friend, and even though he grumbled the entire way, he couldn’t help but smile at how incredibly happy and in love with the chair you had become. When the two of you had got close, people assumed you were together, light touches, dinners alone, it all seemed very intimate. However friendship was all it was, if either of you had feelings it was never mentioned and you fell into a comfortable friendship.
Bucky had been dating Jeanette for over a year and you liked her a lot, she brought Bucky even more out of shell and even helped you convince him to change his all black wardrobe. Your only fear in their relationship was that you knew she wanted them to live outside the tower. You didn’t want to lose your best friend, but you knew he deserved happiness and you knew Jeanette made him happy. So to practice getting ready for him to move out, you stopped trying to spend every moment with him, spending more time with Steve instead.
Steve however, was currently on a mission but due back any minute, so you were finishing your book while you waited for him. Bucky and Jeanette had been planning their engagement party all week, so it had been fairly easy to remove yourself from Bucky’s side. A shadow suddenly blocks your perfect light, breaking your thoughts. You look up to find Bucky standing over you with a frown.
“You’re avoiding me.” You roll your eyes at him and return to your book determined not to pay him any attention.
E: Eweleïn told me that you two talked about our relationship…I was wondering that maybe one day you’d want to talk about it.
G: Yes…but you don’t have to force yourself, you know
Ez: It doesn’t bother me…Everything that Eweleïn told you is true. She’s a great girl and I hope that she’ll always be a good friend.
E: Even though I was perfectly clear and I told her that there wasn’t going to be feelings involved, I feel like I broke her heart. I think that my biggest mistake was not ending the relationship sooner. I thought that if I kept telling her that I hadn’t any romantic feelings she would stop being so attached and we could be back at seeing in each other like we did at the beginning
E: And yet, I didn’t see it
G: Did you really told her what you felt for her?
E: Of course, I never lied to her
G: And did you apologize for it?
E: Millions of times, and I’m barely exaggerating
E: You’re not treating me like a lout, a womanizer or calling me names like I heard from Eweleïn’s friends
G: It’s your business, I can’t judge…She told me clearly that you were very honest since the beginning and despite that, you’re feeling remorseful. I’m not going
to kick a man when he’s down. I’m better than that, I hope
Summary:Nesta has finally gotten the chance to get away from her small hometown of Prythian, and move to the big city of New York. She knows it won’t be easy to adjust to this new, independent life of hers, especially with an overprotective boyfriend constantly stressing her out. Cassian has lived in the city for a little less than a year, along with the rest of his Inner Circle of friends, and life couldn’t be better. When Nesta moves into the apartment next door though, many things change.
Cassian woke to his phone buzzing uncontrollably next to him, the faint sound filling the silent apartment. Groaning, he lifted his head and felt around for the phone under the pillows on the couch, his eyes barely open. When he found it, he saw Rhysand’s name on the screen and swiped to answer, leaning back to close his eyes again.
“Hello?” Cassian grumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
“Cass, are you still sleeping? It’s 12 o’clock,” Rhys chuckled, and Cassian furrowed his brows, pulling his phone away from his ear to check the time. Sure enough, it read 12:00, and his eyes widened in realization of how long he’d slept in.
“I don’t know what happened,” he said as he stood from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. “I was so exhausted when I got home last night that I fell asleep on the couch.”
He was answered with another chuckle, and Cassian opened the fridge to grab some milk, then opened the cupboard to grab cereal and a bowl.
“Do you still want to go to the gym today? Me and Az are heading out in ten minutes.”
Cassian glanced at the clock that hung above the TV in the living room and shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
This is one of my favorite headcanons I’ve ever had for a character, and especially as a trans person myself, seeing all of the evidence stacked up in favor of it just makes me genuinely happy. I’d like to first start with her looks, which is one of the first things you’ll notice about the navigator.
I want to draw attention to her hair. It’s unevenly cut, with strange layering and odd looking bangs. This is an interesting character design, especially when weighed against the other girls in the cast.
Yukari Takeba and Mitsuru’s hair look extremely different in comparison to Yamagishi’s hair. They flow like waterfals and end very softly, unlike the latter’s harsh haircut, and I obviously have to bring up the other girl in the roster, Aigis.
Her hair does look similar to Yamagishi’s, but even as an artificial human, her hair looks leagues better than Fuuka’s. And this is where speculation comes in. A lot of trans people change their appearances themselves to suit how they want, sometimes due to their parent’s limitations. This actually brings me to my next point, Fuuka’s home life.
Hey Nonnie, I’m still working on the other prompts but here is #43
#43 - Falling in love with their best friend’s partner
She knows it’s wrong. She’s not an idiot. But since the first time she was introduced to Veronica’s new boyfriend she could feel the butterflies stirring within her. As well as something else.
At first it was just his looks. Those cheekbones that she wanted to cut herself on. His intense eyes. Even the dorky beanie adorned on his head. They all did things to her. She could feel the heat under her skin intensify as she shook his hand.
And then she got to know him. He was smart, but not in a way that he thought he was superior. He was funny without trying and she found herself laughing a little louder than she knew she should. He was a writer, a journalist and she found herself getting lost in his eyes and his words.
He wasn’t even Veronica’s type she reasoned to herself. Veronica always went for the jock. The popular guy. She had always been brawn over brains since high school when she had dated their mutual friend Archie Andrews.
But Jughead Jones is different. Even just his name is different and Betty finds herself wanting to know more. She holds her tongue and smiles politely as Veronica recounts their dates to her. How gentlemanly he is holding doors and chaste kisses on cheeks. Betty pushes down that little green monster that is rising up inside her and decides perhaps unwisely that she will find her own ‘Jughead’.
Sadly, Richard doesn’t quite meet up to her new standards. Not that there is anything wrong with him he’s smart, funny too. But he’s not Jughead and ultimately that is why after a month they break up. She goes to Veronica’s to tell her and is greeted by a shining diamond on her finger and Betty feels the floor go out from underneath her feet.
She’s the maid of honour. Of course. They had been friends for so long now it made sense. She attends the appointments, she fawns over Veronica’s dress, helps her pick out the suits for the boys all the while trying to hide her disappointment.
She wakes one night late. To a banging on her apartment door groaning as she looks at her phone. Who knocks on someone’s door at 3.00am in the morning. Sure she had calls and texts this late from Veronica, anxious about a decision that needed to be made and like a good friend she talked her through it. Betty always made everything better.
She shrugged on her robe and padded to the door. She cautiously looked through her peep-hole and felt at first a wave of relief wash over her as a familiar beanie came into view instead of some drunk knocking on the wrong door. That relief was short lived as she realised that Jughead had come to her apartment in the middle of the night. It was as if her dreams had somehow come to life. She watched as he sighed and knocked again on the door, harder this time making her jump.
She deliberated whether she should pretend she wasn’t home. But there must be a reason he was at her front door and Betty’s curiosity won out.
She unlocked the safety catch and then her door opened slightly as she took in his appearance. His eyes were red, dark circles underneath suggesting that he hadn’t slept and his usually well placed beanie was askew with more of his dark waves escaping their usual confines.
“Betts,” he let out. His hand moving from his beanie to brace himself against her door frame.
She blushed at the nickname. He was the only one who called her that. Well the only one that she let. Richard had called her Betts once and she had corrected him immediately.
“Jug,” She moved away from her door opening it wider for him to come inside. He moved over the threshold into her apartment removing the beanie from his head as he did so. “What’s wrong?” She asked gently moving towards him as he twisted the woollen cap in his hands, twisting and pulling as he seemed to be searching for words.
“I fucked up Betts. I just, I’m nervous you know? ” He rang his hand over his face, before he slumped on her couch. He held his head in his hands refusing to meet her gaze. “I feel like it’s all moving so quick. I mean I’m the one who proposed for fucks sake.”
Betty took the seat next to him on the couch and placed her hand on his back. She moved it gently up and down. Hoping to soothe him, to take away some of his tension.
“We were looking good at cakes today and it just hit me. I just needed to escape and then Veronica got mad at me.” He groaned as he recounted the events. The screaming match between himself and Veronica unkind things said on either side until she ordered him to leave. Which left him to try and drown some sorrows in a bar near her apartment. Betty continued to rub his back, nodding and listening. While a little voice entered inside her told her that this was her chance. That she could be happy.
“So you’re here because?” Betty tried to keep the hopefulness out of her voice lest it betray her emotions. He looked up to meet her gaze and her hand stilled on his back.
“Because you know Veronica, and I need to make it up to her.” She held the look on her face while her heart sunk. “You always know what to do.” She pulled herself together and smiled.
“Of course.” She removed her hand from his back and placed it instead over his hand. “But first you should probably get some sleep. No one is going to be one over by this look.” She indicated to his ruffled hair and tired face. Present company excluded. He smiled back at her and she felt that feeling again in the pit of her stomach and wondered whether with time it would go away. “You can crash on the couch if you want.” She offered unsure whether he would accept, but he nodded graciously and she rose to get some blankets from the linen cupboard and the spare pillow from her bed.
He grasped her hand again holding it briefly before he pulled her into a hug and she allowed herself to nestle her face in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent.
Too soon it was over and he pulled back from her. “You’re the best Betts.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she replied dismissing his praise with shake of her hand as she left the room to return with an armful of blankets and a pillow balanced on top. “Get some beauty sleep, Jug. Tomorrow we start Operation Win Veronica Back.” She hoped he didn’t see through the exaggerated excitement in her voice. He chuckled softly as he took the items from her and started to make his bed for the night. She wished him goodnight as did he as she returned to her own bed trying not to think about who was sleeping in the next room. It was safe to say that her dreams did not stay so pure that night.
She was the first to wake in the morning. She padded out to her lounge still wiping the sleep from her eyes as she took in his sleeping form on the couch. His hair had fallen slightly over his eyes and Betty couldn’t help herself as he hand reached over to push the curl back from his face. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong. But the words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them.
Detective Rogers has a lot of things on his mind that he can’t explain.
He’s great at zoning out. He’s not sure if it’s something he’s learnt to do with the job or if he’s just always been a patient man, but it certainly comes in handy at times like this.
There’s an irritating fellow in front of him doing his best to order the most complicated of drinks, possibly only to get the satisfaction of making the barista’s life a misery. He seems the type of arrogant man that would sue the poor lad for getting the wrong texture of foam on his drink but… he doesn’t want to assume.
He stands with his arms meeting neatly behind his back, a firm and upright stance that resembles something out of the military. He’s not sure if it was something taught at the academy or if it again is just something that came naturally to him over the years.
As the arse in front who’s most certainly suffering from ‘little man syndrome’ continues to dictate to the young barista, he finds his gaze wandering aimlessly around the establishment.
Light wood chairs with the barest hint of fabric on the seat to make them at least appear comfortable to sit on. Plain walls with a mixture of painted stripes in shades of cream and brown he’s sure have names like ‘cream tea’, ‘hazelnut’ and ‘mocha’.
The display cooler is a mix of bottled sodas and plastic wrapped sandwiches that look both unappetising and stone cold. He’s sure they’ve been sitting there a while.
His eyes then land on the glass display that acts half as the service counter. An array of sweet treats litter the glowing glass container. Walnut cake, brownies, apple tarts, iced buns.
so i’m a real sucker for soulmates. any sort of soulmate related plot-line and I am there. one of my favourite, less popular ideas is where whatever you think of your soulmate appears on their body in writing, so… here it is (also please note that for the purposes of this fic both eddie and richie are eighteen years old).
“Look,” said Bill, holding his wrist up in front of Eddie’s face “Do you see it? I woke up this morning and it was there.”
“You’d need to be blind not to.” Eddie answered, and it was true enough. The letters were all bold and dark against his friend’s skin as though whoever had thought it had done so with no small amount of conviction. Now it’d be impossible to see him and not know.
It was true. Bill was the sort of guy who had goodness just radiating out of him, like the prince in a Disney movie or Clark Kent. He wasn’t a pushover by any means and he wasn’t without wit, he was just agreeable. In fact, he was probably one of the most agreeable people that Eddie had ever met. There wasn’t one bad bone in Bill Denbrough’s body.
Amy has no idea of how long they have been kissing. She suspects it’s been hours, but who knows? They may have been kissing for three days and she wouldn’t realize.
How long since Dave left? No idea. She feels a little guilty to have kicked him out so abruptly. He is a nice guy, and he has been a true gentleman with her the whole time - even when her ex showed up to take her back.
Sheldon pulls her a bit closer, and holds her in a tight grip. His kisses have never been so eager. More than once, she thinks he is actually considering to lean her down the couch. He eventually doesn’t, but it’s okay. This is just perfect the way it is.
When they detach, he is still smiling. The brightest smile that Amy remembers she has ever seen on Sheldon Lee Cooper. Her hand is on his cheek, and she keeps gently caressing his face.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she admits.
“Me too,” he agrees. He joins his hand to hers, “I wasn’t sure you would have taken me back.”
They move together their hand from his face, and Sheldon squeezes hers.
“I mean, you would have all the reasons not to,” he reprises, “And the guy that was here… he seemed a decent guy.”
“Sheldon,” her voice is cracking up, “I…”
She needs to stop, holding back tears. Suddenly all her emotions are coming to her, and she is not sure how to deal with them. She takes a deep breath, then speaks again.
“The truth is that all this time we were not together… no matter how terrible were the things we said, or if I tried to be with someone else, or even..”, she interrupts, and lowers her eyes because of what she’s admitting, “if I kissed someone else, I- I always knew it.”
Amy feels Sheldon squeezing her hand harder, and dares to look at him again.
Liam sighed quietly as he felt the familiar ache run up the back of his legs from being on his feet for too long. He wouldn’t change a thing about being king, but these lengthy royal events were always somewhat of a chore- a fact only compounded by having Madeleine on his arm.
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other as the dignitary they were speaking with excused himself, leaving Liam alone with Madeleine. She turning her head slightly toward him and drew her lips into a tight smile for anyone who may be looking their way, barely containing the fury in her tone as she hissed through gritted teeth.
“Get a hold of yourself. Everyone is here to see us, yet you are being as dull as one of Penelope’s dreadful poodle stories. Pull it together. And stop fidgeting!”
Liam summoned all of his willpower to restrain himself from biting back. Experience had taught him that it was a pointless exercise- he was no match for Madeleine’s venomous tongue. Instead, he took a deep breath and scanned the ballroom until his eyes settled on one familiar face in the crowd.
She was dressed in red with her hair swept to one side, beautiful as ever and deep in conversation with the Beaumont brothers. He smiled to himself at the sight of them sitting with their heads together, conspiratorially whispering behind their hands. They were all working towards the common goal of clearing Riley’s name and uncovering the culprits- he only wished there was more he could do to help.
Liam was distracted by Madeleine stomping away to snap at Kiara over something no doubt inconsequential, momentarily leaving him alone with his thoughts. He had been certain of his connection with Riley since the moment they met. She was honest in a way he had never encountered before, not to mention adventurous and charming. He knew she would make a wonderful queen, and a brilliant mother someday, but above all else he knew he had fallen for her. Hard. They had only shared one kiss, that first night in New York, but it had been enough for him to know.
He had to admit to himself, reluctantly, that Riley had been somewhat distant since she had arrived in Cordonia. He had made great efforts to ensure she was comfortable within the court, and tried to find moments for them to be alone wherever possible, but she always seemed to turn him down. She was so different from the other women, and perhaps that explained her reluctance- or so he tried to convince himself. She just needed time, Drake had told him, so he intended to give her all the time she wanted, while still working to get to know her better.
He saw Maxwell and Bertrand step away, leaving Riley on her own at the table. Seeing an opportunity to have a moment alone with her, Liam began striding across the dance floor when he saw Drake approach her from behind.
Liam froze at the sight of what was unfolding in front of him.
Drake briefly resting his hand high on her back, his thumb brushing the base of her neck. Drake taking a seat beside her, moving in close to speak to her in a low voice. Drake resting a hand on her thigh under the table where he thought no one could see.
Liam couldn’t believe his eyes. In one moment, everything had changed.
Even more alarming to him was Riley’s reaction- her entire body was turned towards Drake, open and inviting, and she gave him a warm, wide smile Liam had never seen before, even after months of studying her face.
He watched, flooded with dread and confusion, as Drake ducked his head to whisper something in her ear. She laughed lightly in response and nodded, her eyes never leaving his. Liam watched as Drake slipped out a side door, holding his breath as Riley followed moments later with a surreptitious glance back into the room, before closing the door behind her.
Liam felt as though the room was closing in on him. His ears rang with snippets of all the conversations he had had with Drake- advice on how to woo Riley, how to help her, how to make her happy.
It had all been a lie.
Every moment shared with his best friend since arriving back from New York had been an act of betrayal. Yet despite everything, even as he felt his heart crumbling, Liam couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards Drake. He knew his oldest friend better than anyone, and knew that without a doubt he would be suffering greatly as a result of keeping this secret. But in that moment, Liam didn’t care.
He stormed out of the ballroom, ignoring Madeleine’s protests, with Bastien keeping pace behind him until Liam tersely dismissed him. Liam powered on, not stopping until he reached his room and slammed the door behind him. He sat on the bed and ran his hand through his hair, stunned by what he had just witnessed.
Tomorrow, he would play the role of the good-natured king, ever calm and considerate.