Aidan
“Please, for the love of the Gods, have mercy!” Kassim wails like a pathetic human, his voice a trembling crescendo echoing through the cavernous chamber. His eyes dart around the room, desperately searching for an escape, a reprieve, anything but the cold, unyielding gaze that bears into him.
I shake my head in disgust.
Where is the honour this man showed when I first gave him a position with the Royal Guards?
This is the pathetic mess I entrusted my Kingdom to?
What the hell was I thinking?
“Mercy?” My voice is a low, dangerous rumble. I am barely containing the rage bubbling inside of me. “Mercy is a commodity not found in the currency of the damned.”
Kassim snivels, his bound to the stake wrists twisting, trying to find a reprieve from the burning. He won’t find any such
