“What is this?” Danger resonated in the cold chill of his voice. Beside him, I shifted in discomfort, hoping and praying it was not what I thought it to be.
“A threat,” Blaze answered, voice and body hard.
We sat in his throne room, Blaze standing to one side while I perched on a stool beside him. We all stared, transfixed, at the thing before us.
A man was escorted in by the man I recognised to be the king’s adviser. His hands were clasped behind him. His eyes were a deep red as he stood before his king, a slack expression on his face and lips quivering.
The next man was brought in. There was no calm sadness in this one. His shoulders drew back, his jaw set with fists clenched beside him. Kreon did not speak, forcing Blaze to.
“You recognise them?”
“Yes.” It was the angry man
