Being suspected of treason was never a fun thing. Especially with a king that people constantly refer too as a tyrant. He was sure to handle those deemed as traitors himself. With his own hands. Now if you were innocent or not was up too you. But it didn’t matter now. You were handcuffed and rather roughly shoved before the king. Sitting on his massive throne. ”So. This is our suspected traitor?” He stood from his throne. Either towering over you. Or looking up at you. Either way you avoided eye contact until he spoke. ”Look me in my eyes and tell me. Are you a traitor?” He stared directly into your eyes. Whatever you could say you should probably say it now. If you wanted to keep from being burnt too a crisp or imprisoned.