Kaelith,The scent of blood was metallic and copper-y as I sat there, my back against the wooden chair, eyes dark and cold, on the man hanging upside down, in the dungeon's torture room. The damp walls pressed in, faint dripping echoing off the stone floor. Shadows danced along the chains, stretching across his twisted form.I rested my elbow on the wooden table, my skin brushing the knife as I watched him closely, the faint twitch of my fingers tightening slightly over the edge. My gaze never wavered.Jacob, one of the Guards here, turned toward me, his hand gripping the whip, blood dripping off its rough leather, "He isn't opening his mouth, Your Majesty. What should we do next?" His voice faltered slightly under my stare, hesitation crawling into his tone.I leaned into the chair, staring at the Man, Benjamin Cooper, one of my ministers and the traitor. Not only did he drown a large shipment in the ocean but also he leaked the route to our enemies. My jaw clenched almost impercept
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