Prologue
‘You don’t think I’d do it?’ He said, reaching for his gun holstered to the side of him.
The King stood in front of him, atop golden steps, he had left his throne from rage a while ago, all a consequence of the hooded stranger standing in front of him.
‘What did you dare say to me? Eh? You would dare threaten me with a gun?’ He’s furious voice thundered through the throne room, bouncing off the pillars and walls. Absorbed by the heavy velvet curtains.
Pulling the gun forward the male pointed it at the King. ‘What are you going to do about it? All your guards are out cold. It’s