Jason couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Zel... beautiful, you know how much danger just being in my position can bring? You didn’t really know me before the treaty, there was a time Camelot was routinely dealing with attacks by smaller groups looking to invade our territory. I made a lot of enemies before I became King and the title itself makes me a target. But I don’t go around scared or hiding because what kind of an example is that for my knights? For those we protect? If anyone is after you they’re after me by proxy and hell if I’m letting anyone get away with threatening or hurting you.” Oh he was serious. It wasn’t the same rage he’d exibited when he’d lost it in the club. This was a much more refined rage. A calm rage.