~Zephirin~
The dawn arrived with a shocking surprise. Walking into Zephirin's chamber to have a word with him, I was stunned to find Myron tied down on a chair in the middle of the room.
King Zephirin was by the table near the window sharpening his knives. His lips pressed tightly together. Deep in thought, no doubt debating in his mind how to torture the poor man.
I strolled into the room and sat down on his bed. This seemed like a bad time to bring up Laith and see if he can offer a solution to my problem.
Zephirin wasn't in a mood to tolerate hearing Laith's name. Not after the events that have played out in the previous day. The thought of the Incirion made his blood boil and Laith didn't do anything to ease his anger and hatred.
