The thin lips parted to let out a single word. "Noisy."
Georgie Maximus, who was just about to spiral into a bolt of anguished screams, hastily slapped a hand over his mouth.
His tear-filled eyes locked on the silver sword inching ever closer. He was certain that if he made another sound, he'd lose his tongue too.
Savages. Nothing but bloody savages! Monsters who deserved to be stoned to death! He roared internally, biting his lip to bear the pain spreading from his hand like wildfire.
"Tell your master that I am in a good mood today. So, I will forgive his insolence. And next time you need help, learn how to beg for it properly."
Darius didn't spare the royal minister or his trembling servants another glance. He stepped past them with indifference.
If it weren't for the sacred law forbidding harm to emissaries, he would have silenced this noisy idiot long ago.
