Hajar narrowed his eyes, turning to the male behind him. “You’re... the king.” “And you’re not a guard.” The king tilted his head. “What’s your story? Depending on your answer, I might have you beheaded.” Hajar watched the king cautiously, not expecting to run into him so early on. In fact, Hajar had never intended to run into the king at all. He was trying to find the map that would make him avoid him at all cost. It was a natural thing to do. He was a spy, so he had to… No? Perhaps this encounter could work to his advantage. The king appeared as a mysterious being. He didn’t have a single guard with him. He wasn’t wearing a sword or any type of weapon. He didn’t have any piece of armour on him, only dressed in a white shirt and pants. He didn’t have his crown on or any other accessorie

