Through the word 'unreasonable' alone, the knights figured out the fate of the five spies kneeling restlessly afore the Crown Prince. Even if they weren't the target of Atticus' castigation, their limbs trembled at the possibility that they might be next.
It was a perilous situation for them. They thought that the slightest of breath could offend the Crown Prince. Hence, they held their urges. Thriving in such an asphyxiating and sweltering atmosphere was a difficult feat. It was as if the knights would collapse at the slightest blow of the wind.
"Do you really believe that I will pardon the five of you by virtue of your ranks as knights?" The Crown Prince uttered in his deepest tone.
His Majesty's voice resounded heavily in the knights' ears along with their booming heart beats. Some of them hitched a breath while some gulped what's left of the saliva in their mouths. In the midst of their struggle, Marquiss Cynan was observing them with questioning eyes.
