"Please spare us, we swear we won't say anything,"
"Please, I don't know anything."
A woman wearing a black suit pulled a chair and place it in the middle of the room in front of the men and women pleading for their lives. They all looked at each other wondering what's going on.
As if the arctic wind was just passed by, a man entered turning the whole atmosphere cold. The man looked like the grim reaper himself as the gateway of hell opened in front of them. Despite maintaining the same calm and refined manners, his eyes were clearly implying something else.
Those on their knees begging for their lives were all trembling in the man's presence, their throat turned dry as they found it hard to even swallow their own saliva.
Before Lord Knightley could even on his chair, everyone started crying and pleading for their lives again.
"Please, Lord Knightley we didn't know anything."
"We swear we won't reveal the Young Princess's identity."
