39. Dirty Little Secret

Narcisse raised his head slowly to meet the gaze of the King. His hands and feet had been chained to the floor, restricting his freedom to even move around inside that damp little dungeon cell. His body was covered in red and blue bruises. His eyes, however, depicted that he was calm and unbothered from inside and this bugged Xavier to a great extent.

King Xavier scoffed once again. "It shocks us how you do not even show an ounce of remorse for the sin you have committed."

"The sin that I've committed you say, Your Majesty?" Narcisse smiled as he shook his head. "Please. Do not give me all the credit for something that you and your father have done."

"Under your influence, of course." Xavier retorted.

"What type of King is a king who is easily swayed by others?" asked Narcisse with a triumphant smile on his face.