Death of a King by Ed Montalvo

Author:Ed Montalvo [Montalvo, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I pondered of traitors in all corners of the world. These vile souls exist within all humans. When given the chance, they will turn on their own families, friends. And what justifies their actions, is dreadful to conceive. It is with pride I say, my people value family and friends as they value themselves. I am proud of my Ayrian heritage.

Memoirs of the Ayrian King Boris Von Brouka, Princess Tatiana’s 5th generation grandfather.

It took Ceron less than a moment to realize she spoke of Dregous. His mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. His days as a cheating cutthroat came to mind and the lies he spun. Though lies wouldn’t save him now, only a conception of the truth will. “Does it matter?” Ceron was aware of the empire’s female ability for sensing deceptions. He and Hahniah used to make sexual games out of her talent.

She looked over her shoulder into the darkness, “It matters to me.” And returned her attention to him.

“Indeed?”

“Let us be blunt,” her Drouwen accent surfaced with a hint of frustration. “The Empire has recently undergone change since your dealings,” she stepped closer to Ceron. “The one we seek threatens the security of the empire and your beloved surface,” she said. “Where is Dregous?” She suspected he was aware of her ability to sense deception. “If you are unwilling to answer, I will mount a search to find him!” she threatened.

Gods damned, Dregous warned me… Ceron thought. “Why? He is but a male and a simple second-grade mage,” he guessed his arcane status, “I am certain such a diminutive station is no threat to the illustrious and powerful Empire.”

She studied Ceron curiously and wanted to kill him but thought better. With a flare of frustrating annoyance, she addressed Henry while signing a hidden Drouwen. Ceron caught the infinitesimal facial gestures. He didn’t know what she said until it was too late.

The magistrate heard a swish sound and saw Henry with a surprised stare and a blade point protruding his throat and another from his heart. “Henry,” Ceron said weakly. “Oh, great heavens, why?” his eyes pooled.

“Answer my question or another will pay… say your lovely servant, the one you have sex games with?”

Cerons’ heart swelled with grief and anger. He couldn’t allow his emotions to control him. His tears beaded his lashes, “Ask your god damned question,” he kept a mild tone. He feared for the life of his lovely little Cherie.

Her mocking smile, enraged him but kept it in check, “Hmmm, that is better… is it not?” she taunted. “Now where in the abyss is he?” she asked roughly.

“I know not,” he answered truthfully.

His calm demeanor was starting to dig its way into her nerves, “Was he here?” she snipped.

“He was.”

“And?” his simple answers were annoying but figured it was due to his dead friend.

Ceron stared at his old comrade, “Pardon?” the loss of Henry and Hahniah and the pain of their deaths aided him to mislead the Drouwen witch.

“And… what else?” she snapped.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.