He suddenly threw the letter onto the ebony tea table, the candlelight flickering, and the seal on the envelope reflected the imprint of A.H. in the light.
King William IV's chest rose and fell, suddenly he felt a wave of dizziness in his head, his knees buckled, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty!"
Herbert Taylor quickly stepped forward, swiftly supporting the King's swaying shoulders, half-dragging and half-lifting him to the high-backed chair by the fireplace to sit down: "Don't get too agitated, Your Majesty. Don't forget, you have only just barely recovered from your last illness."
The King's heavy breathing sounded especially harsh in the silent room. His hands, once used to clinking rum with sailors on the deck, now trembled slightly on the armrest: "That German woman, that despicable Irishman…"
