"I want you to tell me the truth," I said, slowly as I walked over to the desk the older man was sitting on.
"The truth," the older man said twirling a pen in his hand. He laughed out loud; all of us stared at him. He scraped his chair loudly against the floor; he stood up and walked to the front of the desk. He leaned on the desk and hums softly.
"Where to start? Tell me how much do you know?" the older man said looking over at me.
"How much do I know? Really, well I will tell you how much I know. I know that your wife, my mother died from two bullets while she was entering the safe room," I said looking the king straight in the eye.
The king's eyes widened at what I had said. He muttered something under his breath and walked back around his desk and took a seat in his white, leather
