"What is the meaning of this Zarek?" The King yelled when he saw the head in the hands of his son.
Zarek tossed the head, and it rolled to a stop in front of Lucien.
"The head of the man that caused the death of our best soldiers," he replied smugly.
"Ansell!" one of the councilmen shrieked.
The queen rose to her feet, "My son!" her eyes gleamed from unshed tears, proud of her son's feat.
"Why kill him? How do we find out who sent him?" Lucien asked, stepping back from the dead man's head.
"He told me he was paid by the Valorian King to infiltrate our army," he shrugged.
"You should have brought him alive!" Lucien raised his voice in anger.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at him?" Lucretia yelled.
"He has done something that none of you could, he found Ansell and brought him to justice. Instead of thanking him, you are busy yelling at him!"
"Lucretia sit down!" the king said quietly.
"But my lord…"
"Sit down!" he yelled.
Lucretia reluctantly returned to her chair.
