The man caught up to him and he felt a cold metal object press to his neck. Lior froze instantly, his heart tugging hard in his chest. His lips trembled as he breathed softly, his hand raised to his chest as though surrendering to whatever force was about to apprehend him.
"Please, spare me, I didn't do anything, I didn't see anything…" he stuttered as he spoke, trying to seriously vindicate himself and hopefully make the man leave him, but the man wasn't stupid nor blind, so Lior wasn't going to be let off easily.
He heard a hiss, followed by the man moving from behind him and standing before him with the sword still pressed to his neck, and that was when Lior managed to see the man properly.
Yes, he was dressed in cool silver clothing and stocked up as though he was ready to go to a fight. Lior had just likened him to one of the guards of the palace, but to what purpose was he killing people, servants at that?
