Chapter 23
The king rarely slept. Through the long night, his nobles and servants were expected to be available for business and entertainment whenever the king wished. That also meant that, no matter how late the hour, Tyler had to give his report on his so-called hunt as soon as he arrived back at the castle.
He did not bother to bathe or change into clean clothes. Any delay would annoy the king, for he was always eager to hear details of Tyler’s hunts. The last thing he wanted was to give the king any further reason to be annoyed.
So Tyler walked into the king’s personal chambers with dried blood still splattered on his face. The Dark King smiled when he saw it.
“You’ve come fresh from your hunt, I see.” The king took off his gloves, which were as bloody as Tyler’s.
“Yes, Your Maje
