With that said, Duncan left the room, and as he did, the other Lords began to leave as well—except Magnus and a few.
Lord Pericles leaned toward Magnus, whispering, his voice shaky.
"Something is wrong. The King looks... more of... more of... I don’t know, but I think he knows something."
"Like what?" Magnus raised a brow. "There’s no way he’ll find out."
"But he’s not giving any clue about what he’s thinking. This is a dangerous game, and we’re about to lose everything." Pericles' voice dropped lower. "And oh, am I the only one who noticed the slight blood on his tunic? He’s torturing someone. Who could that be?"
"Be quiet!... Of course I have no idea what’s going on, but I do know that if you keep running your mouth, things will go straight to hell," Magnus snapped, and Pericles’ j
