His piercing, rheumy eyes locked onto yours, holding a legion of fervor. Coruscating with anger and despondency toward you, someone he had trusted, as his people were accused of stealing the God's relic.

Silence fell once again; he knew you would remain mute to the crime. "This marks my final caution. Share your words, or my support shall find its home elsewhere," his words were tuneless and coarse, the weight on his heart turning cold and heavy.

As a royal servant, your attempt to disrupt the sacred ceremony warranted consequences. His gaze turned away, a hint of disdain for your dishonesty evident, and your continued silence only fueled his suspicion.