The sound had barely left his mouth before Rowan's fist crashed violently into his face.
A sickening crack echoed through the dungeon as Griswold staggered sideways, blood immediately spilling from the corner of his lips.
Even then...
He continued laughing.
The sound only made Rowan's anger burn hotter.
"I've been waiting for you to visit me, Your Majesty," Griswold said with a crooked grin despite the blood staining his teeth.
His smile widened. "It must be something urgent."
Rowan looked down at him with cold, unreadable eyes. "How are you still pulling the strings from inside this dungeon?" he demanded. "Who is carrying out your orders?"
Griswold blinked innocently. "Me?"
He gave a quiet chuckle. "I've done nothing."
Rowan's gaze hardened. "You're telling me these rebels aren't destroying my kingdom in an attempt to force your release?"
