Several scenarios of how the king would act played through his mind. Nox imagined the king attacking him outright, calling the guards to apprehend him, and throwing him into a fortified dungeon.
Even though he was nervous, Nox didn't show it in his expression and simply looked at King Drakos Frostpire. The latter stared back at him in return, his expression unreadable. It was difficult for Nox to tell if he was shocked or surprised.
This made his thoughts drift back to a few minutes ago. Had King Drakos really seen through his Phantom Cloak, or was he just an expert at hiding his expression? It was difficult to tell, but a part of him leaned more toward the latter.
At the side, Zara held her breath, her gaze never leaving her father's. She was anxious, and her palms felt sweaty. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was excruciating. Every fiber of her body was on high alert.
