"I-I never said that!" Soreth's voice somehow managed to achieve an oddly high pitch when Wrenna mentioned his other paintings. He had never known his face to reach such a high temperature in such a short time, either. It astonished him that it didn't crack like a glass cup, unlike how his voice felt like it was about to. 

"A-anyway, that's not the point!" He continued, though if one listened, they could probably hear something like a chest closing and a tarp being thrown over something else at the same time. "My point is that you two can't fight here. And my life's not in...that much...more danger than it usually is. No king ever gets it easy; it comes with the territory, but you know I can handle it!" After moving a few more things around, he returned to the pair and stood between them in case they tried to start up again. "So, Wrenna is currently...um...staying here due to an important issue that requires that she lives for the time being. She already understands the position she's in and I already understand the position that this puts me in, which brings us to you. Do you understand?" 

Sighing, he looked around again before looking back to the servant still standing a bit confusedly in the doorway. "I apologize for this, but could you bring me the grey book with the trim on my desk? I really forgot how to undo this."