[Fervessence]

Sariel was very much aware of the crimes he’d committed. He was also very much aware of the consequences that came with committing such crimes; despite this, however, it didn’t lessen his resolve or determination. He turned his head briefly to eye the pair of guards leave the throne room, lips peeled back in a sneer at their retreat before his attention was forcefully settled back upon the King at his approach. Sariel tugged back initially at the hand gripping his chin, his cuffed wrists twisting this way and that behind his back like he planned to get them free. The question took him off guard, though, and he was silent for a handful of seconds before offering a less than pleasured answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he spat behind the tight muzzle chained over his lower face. Sariel had an idea or two of what his fate might become at whatever trial they’d planned to set up, and he wasn’t going to sit here before this King and suck up to him like a coward begging for his life. He might have the subjects of his kingdom entirely wrapped around his finger, but Sariel was not a citizen here and the fear the man tried to instill would prove futile against the fae. That, or maybe he was hiding his true emotions, but it was difficult to tell with his unhappy expression concealing most everything else.

He was still unsure of whether or not the news had broken to his own home and the royalty which had tasked him in the mission to retrieve information. They likely wouldn’t risk any additional lives to come save him, which was understandable, but it still didn’t help the knot of nerves tightening in his abdomen at the thought of being left here to his own demise.