Early the next morning after such a deep and refreshing sleep, King Thress laid on his bed with his belly facing upwards. As usual, many thoughts ran through his mind, but this time, Thress felt it was different.
He felt like he had found out about a rat running around in his room.
"I have caught you", he said.
Thress had a permanent smile on his face as he thought about what he would do to Sir Taff when he caught him redhanded.
Taff had started to look like he had withdrawn his support from Thress, and the king didn't like to be deceived.
[I am sure that in the absence of any other rightful heir, Taff wants to rally around and gather enough supporters to remove me from this throne and take it for himself], King Thress thought.
"Hahahaha"
"No one can do that to me. Doesn't Taff know?", Thress said.
