The burning sensation on her skin subsided as the king turned away to look at his subject. His sword was still in his hands and the people on the ground were still scared.
"My king, allow us to show you how loyal we are," Dritan said with a quivering voice while making sure his head reaches the ground.
"And who gave you the right to speak?" king Drazhan asked him coldly and even Avyanna flinched at the sound of his voice.
"I'm sorry my king?" Dritan said with his voice sounding like a whisper in the silent throne room.
"You are still talking and that didn't answer my question" the king replied. It went quiet again and that was even more torture. With his silence, you would never know what he was thinking, but when he was talking or doing something, then you might have an idea.
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