Confession

Kyrian removed the cigar and threw it on the floor. Kyra who was silently watching the scene clutch her coat in the terror that slowly creeping into her. They tortured people, especially the ones who were an obvious threat to the Kingdom. What they did was the same as their prince was doing but the only difference was they didn't kill them on the spot and no torturer had worn the same entertained expression on the prince's face while watching a person bleed in a horrible way. The condition of the thin-skinned man named—Pablo was enough to cause a kick of disgust on her. The man's bone on both of his arms was sticking out from his flesh and blood was flowing, dropping from it at even the slightest movement. He can also sense that the man is close to dying.

"Fess up now," Kyrian said.

"Never!"