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CHAPTER 242 – Decree
"Your majest…"
"Your lips quiver. Your palm sweat and you forgot to breathe. Those are some of the signs of one who is lying."
Jordan managed a smile and breathed once more. 'If there is anything, your majesty, it is that you are growing rusty for you not to see through the eyes of your queen to protect such secret from you. I may just look to her for help in masking things up.'
As much as he wished to rub that in Vidor's face. It would be one over him as king and like always he would get jealous of the young lad.
"But, for now, I am more interested in not making my wife scared and hope she accept my decree." Jordan smiled at him in victory.
He knew he could not result from his use of torture on him for the position he was granted. However, the calm expression on Vidor's face changed and a smirk appeared on his lips.
"Later though, I shall fish it out of you."
