Loreen's POV
Cedric looked at him. The fear was plain on his face now and Loreen did not look away from it.
The man had had five years of relative comfort while the crown's gold moved into his pockets and the pockets of whoever he had let in along the way. Fear was a reasonable thing to feel right now.
Cedric swallowed. "I will give you the names," he said slowly. "But I need something from you first, your highness."
Loreen arched a brow. "You are in chains in a prison cell," he said. "You are not in a position to attach conditions to anything."
"I know," Cedric said. His voice had dropped and the sharpness was gone from it entirely. What was left was something much smaller and much more honest. "I know that. But please."
