Witches

--The Nydisian Kingdom, The Castle, The Dungeons--

"Have they spoken?" Lucian passively asked the guards while staring into one of the cells.

One of the guardsmen stood at attention and replied, "No, Milord and as per your instruction, their hands remained bound."

"Good," Lucian said as he pushed open the cell door. He had been playing a subjective game with the witches, leaving them down in a cell without food or water or their magic. And yet he was simply toying with their will to live, allowing the fear of not knowing if they'll be executed, or perhaps when they would be, simply grow.

Immediately Lucian stepped into the cell, one of the witches who had been strung up spat on the ground in front of him. He remained unbothered and stepped closer to the witch who had remained silent. With the two witches being tied to the wall, they were relatively on the same eye-level as Lucian.