168 Belem witch

A young man in his late thirties having brown wavy hair stepped inside the house. His aura made everyone who was gathered in the house now their heads at their new leader, Henry. He was dressed in a long black robe and that swept down. Snow flakes were left on his robe and they slowly fell down as he walked towards the enormous chair and sat down. He had always wanted the position of the leader and hearing that Milton was dead, he made himself the new leader. “You all look grumpy today.” He said with a stiff smile. His eyes scanned through the men who were in front of him. “Where is he?” He asked and one of the men stepped forward. The man led Henry into the dark room with just a lantern on the table. King Aiden was tied with chains against the chair and he was sweating profusely. Henry smiled upon seeing the state King Aiden was in. He walked up to him and cupped his chin upwards. “It was really easy to capture you.” He chuckled. “Are you frightened about my presence?” Henry as