Mal
Mal
The palace gardens, usually a place of solace and beauty, sent a chill through me now. Darkness had fallen. The tall trees seemed to whisper warnings, and the lush grass was stained with a reddish hue. The stunning flowerbeds, a riot of color and life, became a blur as I moved, hunting our prey.
I had been patrolling the royal palace for years. I did not care for politicians and their games and so I had paid no attention to them. Still, I never felt comfortable around this particular council member.
Vikter was considered not just a close friend, but an ally of the queen’s on all political matters. She trusted him implicitly. And he had betrayed us all, tried to murder the queen and the kings’ daughter. He was responsible for riots and protests, attacks and disruption to peoples
