His eyes seemed to fleck with the gold when the sun was on them. And as the sun would incline, drawing a deep red wound over the iris. It was bloodshot from all the crying, yelling, and thrashings. Yet he was helpless from being confronted.
It was the destiny he had chosen and now he was only left to bear the consequences. He wasn’t intentionally a culprit but was surely manipulated and used for the ugly deeds.
Yaacob wasn’t sure of the role he was playing in the overall plan. Hell, he didn’t even know t**s and bits of his elder brother’s plan—but, he was sure it had everything to do with Sahababad’s politics. And it was big! It has to be big!
The only task he was entrusted with was to leave spottable pieces of evidence, based on which—Yodhya, the queen, could be framed and c
