LORD REVANDREL
“Please, spare my life, Cel’theren. I p-p-promise to pay my d-d-debt, if only you would p-p-please!”
Seated on my throne-like chair in my royal-styled confrontation chamber, I rubbed my temple in a futile attempt to ease the headache while the stuttering fool at my feet wasted my time.
Normally, I have a measure of patience for genuine stammerers—I know a thing or two about stutters—but this male was not one of them.
He was just a lying, thieving coward who got caught and dragged into the lion’s den. Literally.
I let him ramble on until the noise died off. Then, finally, I looked down at him.
“Are you done?”
He trembled hard, pressing his forehead to the marble floor. “Please, my lord!”
“The thing is, Mr…” I raised the scroll to confirm his name, “Taliz. Here in the
