Resist you

"Y-Your Majesty," the maid stationed outside stammered, dropping to her knees in greeting.

"Who is inside?" Hezekiah demanded, his fists clenching at his sides. He already knew the answer, he just wished, for once, that he was wrong.

"The…" the servant began but was swiftly cut off by the sound of the door opening.

Quinn stepped out, shutting it gently behind him before taking a deliberate step forward. He stood tall, utterly unbothered by Hezekiah's presence or the guards around him.

"I was hoping this wasn't true," Hezekiah muttered darkly, his gaze sharpening as he took in the sight of Quinn emerging from the room.

"It wouldn't have been," Quinn responded, slipping his hands into his pockets, "if you had kept your promise."

A low chuckle rumbled from Hezekiah's throat, though it held no humor.