The king frowned, and turned his head this way and that, vainly seeking enlightenment from his advisers.

The king straightened up and frowned.

The king frowned, thinking it over, then shook his head.

The king frowned, glanced at the Other Man, and stroked his beard.

The king frowned at him and looked to the Other Man, who shrugged.

The king frowned suddenly.

The king frowned, thinking about it.

The new king examined himself in the mirror, and frowned.

The king frowned, and his wrathful look encountered the friendly and submissive countenance of the earl.

At the time when the king frowned in anger, the fortunes of the enemies also broke down simultaneously with their hearts.