Henry's voice cracked as he took a shaky step back, fear twisting his face. "We were just testing your strength… right, Patrick?" His body trembled with every retreating step, his words little more than an attempt to shield himself.
"Right," Patrick added quickly, forcing a flattering smile onto his lips. "Henry is right. We only wanted to test your strength because of the golden crown. That Dave was the one who started everything. He said your strength was unworthy of the crown, and he thought it would be a good opportunity to take it for himself. It is good that he died." His tone was light, but his eyes betrayed the desperation hiding beneath his words.
