Some of them had assumed that maybe with how calm Zyren looked, it meant that the information he had about them wasn't that bad.
But all that changed the moment Zyren went ahead and called for all their family members.
Sweat pooled on their foreheads and dripped down their backs as they waited in silence. None of them dared to look up and meet Zyren's gaze.
It didn't help that his eyes were fixed firmly on them in a way that made them squirm, as though he could already see through their skulls and into their thoughts.
Time passed slowly.
The hall felt suffocating.
Soon the guards were back—signaled by the heavy, synchronized footsteps that followed behind them as people slowly began to crowd into the room one after the other.
Wives. Sons. Daughters. Brothers.
Expressions of worry and fear were plastered on their faces as they entered and saw the king standing there. One after the other, they dropped to their knees, some bowing fully on the ground in terror.
