"Is it about that cowardly threat we received five days ago?" Richmond asked, thinking back to the impounded parcel that arrived at the Yarkush border.
The neatly wrapped parcel bearing the severed head of a female, wearing a cheap crown, had a threatening note addressed to the crown princess saying that she was next.
Amir's expression turned dark and dangerous.
"If it's about that spineless nincompoop, who made the grave mistake of threatening our ruler, then set your heart at ease, my queen. Your coronation will go seamlessly without a hitch. My men have sworn never to rest until the head of the so-called, Axe and all who have given him sanctuary are cut off." Amir said with a fierce resolution.
"Exactly!" Richmond nodded in agreement.
