Arthur circled him like a predator, his sharp eyes scanning for weakness. Florian knew the routine—it was a test. Arthur wanted to see him break, wanted to see fear flicker across his face.
But Florian kept his breathing even, his shoulders loose. He could feel the weight of his own heartbeat against his ribs, but he wouldn't give Arthur the satisfaction of knowing it.
"I'll give you credit," Arthur said, his voice almost amused. "You've got guts. Most nobles in your position would be begging by now. You moved on quick from that little outburst you did."
Florian didn't answer. He just tilted his head slightly, as if unimpressed. Silence could be just as powerful as words when used correctly.
Arthur's smirk twitched, irritation creeping in around the edges. "Nothing to say?" He crouched down slightly, lowering his voice. "You were mouthy just now. Trying a new tactic already?
