The servant trembled, his hands tightening as he kept his eyes down at his feet.
His knees nearly buckled as Dareth’s blade tip pressed against the hollow of his throat. The servant swallowed, his Adam’s apple grazing the cold steel.
Blood trickled down the little cut as he closed his eyes, feeling the sting of the steel tightly pressed against his throat.
“N-no, my lord… I’ll send the invitation,” he stammered, his voice shaky as his eyes darted downward, avoiding Dareth’s burning glare.
Dareth smirked, pushing the sword back into its sheath with a deliberate slowness, as though savoring the man’s fear. “Good,” he whispered, his lips curling in satisfaction. “Tell Almond his presence is… mandatory.”
Dareth knew he was pushing it, but yet, he wanted to.
He knew it was only a matter o
