Azai's POV
"Has he spoken yet?" I asked as I sat on my throne, lazily turning the dagger in my hand as though it were of more interest than the matter before me.
Noah straightened at once beside me and shook his head. "No, Your Majesty… he has refused to utter a word."
Noah had been at my side for years, my right hand, and the only one I trusted to carry out my orders without question or failure.
I hummed softly, my gaze drifting ahead. "Stubborn," I muttered, still turning the blade between my fingers. "I like stubborn."
Noah said nothing. He never did, unless I required an answer.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"In the lower cells, Your Majesty," he replied at once. "He has refused to eat. He has not slept. Still… he says nothing."
I tilted my head slightly, the dagger pausing between my fingers. "I would love to see him show his guts in my presence.".A faint smirk touched my lips. "What are your thoughts on that, Noah?"
