After spending agonizing hours of darkness and loneliness in his dungeon cell, with no wife to whisper malicious words into his ears and no son to encourage him, Beshar began to reconsider his path.
'Was the betrayal and blood spilling worth it?' He queried his troubled thoughts.
All he had ever wanted was to sit on that throne and rule as a king. He knew he would have made a better leader than his twin brother. But fate decided to play a game with him by putting him in second position.
And now that he had successfully cleared the way for his precious son, the same fate has decided to rear up its ugly head in the form of Princess Lolitha.
Would the blood thirst and killing ever end?
The clanking sound of metals and the approaching sounds of heavy boots against the concrete dungeon floor, made Beshar slowly stand up.
He could hear the conversation between some guards as one of them fumbled with the keys to open his cell door.
