Bahath was no longer a king. However, his very being screams that no—there was still hope. He could still retrieve the throne, which was rightfully his.
That was whar Ria told him. He was the heir to the throne. He was the one who shall inherit the throne—because he's the first born son of the former king. As per Patriarge's tradition, Bahath should have been the one to become the ruler of the country. And he did become one, however …
"That girl… she's all at fault. It's all her fault this happened to me."
Bahath was now shawled into a tattered cloak. Now he was walking in the dark alleys that should lead into the main city.
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"If it isn't the king who threw a coup and then also got overthrown with another coup." Jaxon mocked.
Bahath didn't seem to have expected that.
"Do you know who you're talking to, servant?"
"Yes. A criminal." Jaxon smiled widely. "Do you know how much money I can get by turning you in?"
