Zayn came back into the hall, and everyone's eyes widened before some of them looked away from the horror. His hands were bloodied with a dagger in his right hand, covered in blood and dripping to the carpet. His other hand was holding a red cushion with Tarek's head on it, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, the skin around his neck was cut roughly. It was a sign that he died in the most painful way possible, a warning for anyone who dared to show any disrespect in the Asghar Palace.
He stood in front of Rullein and presented the head without saying a word. His gaze was fixated on Rullein's dark orange eyes as if he had challenged her to take it and take responsibility for what she had asked for.
"Did he beg for his life?" Rullein asked as her hand grabbed Tarek's head by the hair and lifted it so everyone could see the rough wound on the neck.
"He did when I was halfway through beheading him," Zayn answered, his expression was calm and his voice was relaxed.
