"Hah. Tell me everything you know about him," Zalyric said in a flat tone, though the edge of amusement laced his words.
He then leaned back on the chair while crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin against his hand, as if the entire thing was nothing but a casual game. "You know who I mean, don't you? You dragged him here, beat him, starved him until he nearly died. Good work, really. Not that it matters to me. It's just… entertaining. Though I have to admit, I'm a bit pissed so choose your words carefully. If it weren't for you and that damned Count, we'd already be back in the capital by now."
Dylan and Evan exchanged a tense look. The atmosphere in the cell thickened, heavy and still as both of them knew their king and that once he decided something, there was no stopping him.
The northern matters were already settled and this was just an unfortunate delay.
