101 The King of Aerithor

Inside the castle of course, Gavadiol and Erom had no idea what was going on outside. All they knew was that they had to find the king and put an end to the skirmish immediately. One thing they noted was that there was still no magician in sight. Where were they? Clad in the soldiers’ apparel, hardly anyone gave them a second glance. Gavadiol had figured that all they had to do was watch the direction in which the men flowed from and follow it all the way back. It would lead them to the king. Lucas Corrad sat on his throne, his sword draped on his knees. He could feel the tension emanating from his men. They knew. They knew that this time it was real. There was a real chance that he would be ousted this time. Bloody Strachan. All he had to do was tell the truth so many years ago. It would have been easy to track the prince down as a baby and put an end to it all once and for all. The reports that the former war chief was going insane down in the dungeons gave him savage pleasu