If You Disobey Me… I Die
Ronan stepped forward sharply.
"My king—!"
The word cracked out of him before he could stop it.
Fear filled his words, sudden and sharp.
"This clause must be removed immediately."
His fingers clenched by his legs, not trying to conceal a thing - the paper seemed to pull at him, his frame stiff as if something inside fought to lunge forward and rip it clean. He stood frozen, tension locked in every angle of his body.
This round, Black stood tall. No lowering of the head occurred here.
"…This is unacceptable."
Stillness in his voice. Tight restraint behind every word. Yet his gaze gave it away - no room to argue, no space to push back. What he meant was clear, even if he never said it aloud.
Johny nodded grimly.
"You're putting your life in their hands."
A breath slipped out, slow and heavy, once the words were spoken. Just holding the idea seemed to sour his tongue.
A slight tilt came to Leon's head. It moved just a little, off center.
"…And?"
