When Arin woke up, it was still early in the morning. He pushed himself up and sitting on the bed, he stared at Iria who was still sleeping soundly.
The King recalled how his wife was often haunted by nightmares but that didn't seem to be the case this time and he was happy because of that. However, it seemed like she was quite tired as she always managed to wake up first than him each morning. They both never get up late anyway.
He heard the sound of knocking on the door and when he responded, Antony walked inside. "Your Majesty."
"Keep your voice low," Arin muttered and get off the bed. "How is it going?"
"I apologize, Your Majesty," Antony promptly said. "The assassins won't talk. If we continued with the torture, they might die."
"Did anything happen last night?"
"No, Your Majesty. As you ordered, I tightened the security but no one came. The guards don't see anyone suspicious either."