"Answer my questions, and I will decide your fate."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Morvena stands tall—composed, unyielding.
Even with the cold blade resting against her shoulder, so close it could sever her head with a single flick of my wrist… she doesn't flinch. Doesn't breathe faster. Doesn't even blink.
Very good.
I'm even more impressed.
I tilt my head slightly, letting my voice cut through the tense silence like a blade of ice.
"First question," I murmur. "You said those three girls… they're your friends?"
"Classmates," she corrects gently, without hesitation. "Yes, they share the same classes as I do."
"Classmates?" I echo, arching a brow. "Not friends?"
She shakes her head, just barely. "No. We've never spoken much. I don't involve myself in their gossip. We simply share space."
"Hm… interesting."
I take a slow, deliberate step forward. The blade follows, gliding ever so slightly closer to the pale skin of her throat.
