“S-sir?” one of the advisors stutters, when Caleb continues to glare at him specifically.
“Is it you?” Caleb demands. “Are you plotting to kill me?”
“No!” the man says at once and lowers his head in reverence. “Of course not, m-my King.”
Caleb doesn’t like how he denied it twice. Too many denials could just as easily be a confession.
“If any one of you is plotting to kill me, I will find out about it,” Caleb threatens. “And when I do, I will tear you limb from limb while you are still alive.”
A few faces pale further.
Only Tristan seems utterly unbothered by Caleb’s outburst. Instead, he watches Caleb curiously.
“You seem agitated, my King,” Tristan says. “Are your headaches returning?”
Caleb does have a headache, yes, but he’s had that since early this morning and only started fe
