anabelsbrother:

Attolia thought of her music master, directing the music from a low balcony to one side of the room, blithely hounding the king with the notes, reminding him of all that he had lost. “Him, I will have flayed,” she said, meaning it.

There were broken bits of the side chairs scattered across the carpet. The hangings above the king’s bed were ribboned tatters.
"The person who describes this to the queen will be flayed.” The king spoke quietly.