Kael
“Yes, my king.”
“Who is that, sire?” Darius, one of the oldest elders, asked, his wrinkled face twisting with suspicion.
“The Tenth Queen who arrived three days ago,” I replied, a mocking scoff escaping my lips.
“The Tenth Queen? But... isn’t she dead?”
“Dead?” I leaned forward, my gaze cutting across each of their withered, pale faces like a scythe. “Since you old dogs seem to know exactly when a tribute is brought into my castle without my permission, you should also know she survived the blood sacrifice.”
“We... we were just...” they stammered, exchanging panicked glances.
Pieces of trash. Every single one of them.
I knew they planted snitches and spies all over my castle to keep tabs on me. I just hadn’t found the right excuse to rip their throats out yet, since their poli
