The servants remained silent, a few glancing around. None stepped forward nor did anyone say a word as if they hadn’t heard his question.
Annoyance filled Ryker. He’d be damned if he wasn’t going to figure out what was going on. Even if it meant using harsh threats on the servants to get them talking.
“I suggest someone starts talking by the time I count to five.” Ryker raised a hand. “Otherwise, you’ll all be punished with twenty lashes and have your salary docked for three months for disobeying a direct order.”
“One.” Ryker started counting, raising a finger. He raised another finger. “Two… Three… Four… Five.”
He counted slowly, yet the servants stayed in their place, not one speaking up despite the harsh punishment they would get. Ryker knew that meant one of two things.
Either they were incredibly loyal to Princess Fania or they feared her more than they feared him.