Chapter Seven

Dark Ages, 1457.

Traitors surrounded me! How dared this feeble little bastard raised an army of his own and instigated a revolt against me? Didn’t he cherish his dear life enough? It was then Anton and three more of my guards came to me in the courtyard with two hostages.

“Sire, these two belong to his army. We caught them lurking around and talking to the peasants.” Anton threw one of them on his knees by my feet. I was so enraged I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head up to face me, making him yelp in pain, and I didn’t get the frightened look I was expecting, what it made me even more ravenous for blood.

“What did your pitiful master plan against me?” I yelled at him, pulling harder on his hair, almost ripping out of his skull.

“I don’t care what you do to me, I’m already dead. Do whatever you want, because you’re getting nothing out of me,” he spitted every word in defiance, and I had to control myself not to break his neck right there.

“Maybe you’ll think twice when sliding