"Order! There will be order in this court!"
King Edmund banged his gavel ferociously upon the word wooden surface of the ancient table. A begrudging silence fell in the hall, and many shot the King an ungrateful look.
Edmund looked furiously around the hall, "Now, I have had enough of this! All in this hall are, if I am not mistaken, adults! The point of order is the tax that has been proposed and NOT any personal problems that court members may have with each other!"
Many of the members of court had the grace to look ashamed, but the two offending members, Faun Owen and Centaur Trian decided to voice their complaints towards the King.
"But, Your Majesty-!
"He has no respect for-!"
"No idea what-"
"Brain the size of an acorn-"
"Enough! If you two cannot contain yourselves, then you will resolve your issues at another time, but I will not stand for this conduct in my courtroom! Now, leave!"