Ever since that first fateful night when Sadiki had meet with Carl, his life had spiraled into a nightmare from which he couldn't wake.
The letters becomes regularly, always dropped in the dead of night in his quarters.
They were untraceable, their presence haunting and oppressive.
The Crown Prince of Mbuzuoria's demands started small, harmless bits of court gossip or information about daily affairs in Valeidio. At first, Sadiki convinced himself that it wasn't a true betrayal. He wasn't giving them anything dangerous, nothing that would hurt Eirik or the kingdom.
