His Head Is Mine
In the tense silence of the hall, Asher pieced together the significance of the key as he once again thought about it.
It wasn't just a defensive tool; it had to be something of much greater power and importance.
Drakar's intense interest in it, despite his kingdom's immense strength and resources, hinted at a deeper purpose. He would have no reason to use the key for protecting his kingdom..
Asher then recalled Drakaris' warning that in the wrong hands, the key could spell disaster for the entire realm. This realization only solidified his resolve to protect it at all costs.
Raising his gaze to meet Drakar's, Asher's eyes were icy with determination, "My answer to your proposal is... Fuck you," he declared, his voice casual yet unwavering.
The hall fell into a deathly silence as even the dancers stopped when previously, they never stopped, even when Draco was being killed.