"𝐖here is the sword?"

 I clenched my fists. 

 "For the fourth time, King Kyren, I do not have it. This discussion is pointless."

 "It would be less pointless if you stopped lying to me. Where is the sword?"

 "A suspicious king will never thrive."

 King Kyren stood up from his chair and walked towards me until we were nose to nose, yet I refused to flinch. 

 "We all know you have the sword, King Emris," he said, his tone almost mocking. "And if you refuse to admit it, I will send my army to overturn this kingdom brick by brick."

 "Go ahead," I snarled. "We'll see how many come home."

 King Kyren whipped around and walked to the door. He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. 

 "Last chance, King Emris. Confess now, give it to me, and peace will be maintained."

 I opened the door for him. 

 "Even if I had the sword in my very hands, I would rather be tortured to death than give it to someone like you. A heartless, cruel king who would murder his very own children if it meant gaining more power. Now go back to your dying kingdom and tell the soldiers who don't care about you to come attack me. We'll see how it turns out."

 King Kyren made a low rumbling sound in his throat. His eyes narrowed to slits. 

 "We'll see if your throne remains after we're done with you."