Azer pulled the sword out. Blood gushed from Brian's wound and he staggeringly knelt to the ground clutching his sides. He groaned and even tried to reach the second prince, but his hand only grasped air.
Azer dropped his merciless gaze at the traitor and spoke menacingly, "Be glad I'm killing you at once, but know that I will have that head of yours and hang it on the gates. Even in death, stones will be hurled at your rotting head."
There was no need for the second prince to stab the traitor again, as the moment he raised his sword, Brian's body already fell, paled and breathless. His sword was then aimed at the man standing a few feet away from him.
Duke Primrose's eyes were filled with horror. He finally understood what Brian was trying to tell him before he died. Howls of wolves goading the duke's nights into battle reigned in the whole duchy.
