DUNCAN'S CHAMBER
“The black market is being shut down, and the Chief Overseer is in custody at the moment, my King,” Lord Fredrick informed the brute male behind the oak desk, whose hooded eyes were buried in his work.
Brows creased and his poised regal.
“And the slaves in their custody? Have proper investigations been done on them? Those with false death claims should be set free immediately. Their workers should be punished accordingly for I never approved such,” Duncan commanded, his voice thick with power.
“Yes, Your Grace…” Fredrick hesitated, fidgeting nervously.
With the black market on the brink of extinction, many devious nobles involved in that dark organization would be furious and in tight seat as the king was now haunting them.
The King had been occupied for the past few
