"How dare you speak to our King like that, Lord Zadkiel?!" Roared Duke Silverthorne, his voice echoing across the deck of the warship. "I don't care how much power you have, but you need to respect his authority!"
"That's okay, Lord Silverthorne," said the King, calm and collected. "At its core, it's a valid question and given the circumstances, anyone who hadn't questioned it...is a fool."
"But, your highness--"
The King held up a hand silencing Duke Silverthorne. "Tell me, my lord, what made you arrive at that question?"
There was a silence after that, the only the sound of wind and waves prevailed.
"The way everything moves and the way you're in control of everything makes any sane person with half a brain question the truth of this mission," replied Duke Zadkiel. He was not scared or anything, he was also calm and collected.
