Chapter 48: Illusions of Truth

“So, what do you propose King Martin?”, I say sitting in front of the two most powerful King.

King Martin - King of South dynasty, strong, powerful, and most of all well-versed and experienced in ruling a kingdom since he was nineteen.

And second King Monogary - King of the west, a plump man almost in his seventies, witty, smart, extremely cunning, and ready to pass his throne to his elder son, Prince Aaron.

My eyes trail between the three men sitting before me, their eyes filled with the same disgust, and disgrace to see a woman on the throne. It’s like my body has turned numb to the looks, the rage in me at the disgrace a mere speck of dust that just bothers when it is in your eyes, and anytime you wish you could pluck it, and make sure it no longer distracts or even disturbs you.

I sigh, at the silence I receive at my question, the meeting turning into nothing but silent scrutiny based on gender and prejudices.

“King Monogary”, I address him looking him in the eye, and he chuck