Arthur fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a low tone, laced with authority and resolve:
"Perhaps… But don't forget, Dugril, you're here because I allowed it. Your presence now, your freedom, … all of them are privileges I granted."
He took a single step forward, locking eyes with the orc whose gaze burned with fury.
He didn't shout, nor did he reach for a weapon—his unshaken voice and unwavering stare were more than enough.
"If you're thinking of rebellion… if you've forgotten who holds the reins here… let me remind you: I don't throw traitors into dungeons—I show them that ignorance, at times, is a mercy beyond price."
He paused for a breath, then continued with sharp clarity:
"Which is why you'd do well to wait. Quietly. And patiently."
Suddenly, he raised his hand, signaling toward the door with two fingers. From the shadows emerged the two silent guards who had been watching all along.
