Azreal watched the man cry like a helpless child, sweat and blood covering his face, with his hand still on the knife, the King twisted it sideways making the man jerk in pain.
"I-I would not. Please I beg of you, f--forgive me." James whispered, his voice hoarse and thick.
Azreal pulled the knife out roughly, placing it back on the tray. "I want to know why you did it, and even after you learnt, my guest was poisoned by an unknown person, you still refused to speak up." He said.
The man swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-i made a grieve mistake, I was not thinking right. It will never happen again." James pleaded.
The King pressed his hands on his thighs staring at the man in front of him, "I will make sure it never happens again James, I will kill you and end your pathetic life." His voice darkened.