Ja'ule didn't move an inch from James' face as he tossed a few Sols to the unnamed guard. They caught them greedily, then scurried out the room without so much as a noise save for the door clicking shut behind them.
James leaned back. On the outside he was calm and smiling like he always was, though on the inside his mind was constantly seeking possible escape plans. He didn't have a weapon except his hands, and that wouldn't do him much good against the former king of D'treroh.
Ja'ule moved an inch away and yanked James off his knees and onto his feet by his neck. For a moment his throat restricted, air scraping his vocal cords. The next he was staring at the king's white clothed back, spots dancing around in the air. "If you paid him to go behind your son's back, what makes you think you can trust him?"