“My lord, I…” Ronan gulped and looked around hopelessly with tensed brows.
Zach walked back to the throne, rested his elbow on the arms of the throne. His jaws rested on his fingers as he repeated himself, “were you involved in Iris’ escape and ambush?” His voice was calm as a lake in summers, but his glare was piercing and more destructive than a volcano. Ronan held his head low and said nothing. Zach clenched his jaws, then unclenched them. “Give me an answer! Yes or no! You lie and I will know my truth detection spell is working on you.”
Ronan let go of his wooden stick and bowed as low as his body could allow. “My lord, I am not involved in the ambush. I didn’t even know until today that princess Iris was…” Before Ronan could finish speaking, a squall forming an air blade hit his che
