"Is that so?" Izekiel asked.
Nesrin quickly nodded.
She had explained to him about how Malcolm was not a threat and would instead prove to be very helpful. He can not betray them for he had sworn fealty to Nesrin.
Izekiel noticed how worried Nesrin looked for Malcolm, and something inside of him itched to break Malcolm's arm completely.
"Please, your majesty..." Nesrin pleaded.
Malcolm winced as the pain flared further across his arm.
He had tried to stay still, but now he struggled beneath Izekiel. The way he let out a painful cry was tempting Izekiel to make him suffer even further.
"Nesrin," Izekiel said indifferently, "He had the same aura as the man who offended you earlier..."
It was dark, perhaps Nesrin had not seen his face or perhaps he was wearing a mask that made it hard for Nesrin to understand...
Nesrin didn't seem to be surprised at his revelation.
