King Zakein
Line up the sorcerers who failed to see what would become of us in the war against Yisraem. While my guardsmen gather the forsaken sorcerers, I prepare to make an example of them for the village to see. “Hello King Zakein, I have come to ask you why the guardsmen rampage in the village imprisoning the sorcerers?” Hello Harem, not to worry you have not failed me. In fact, tonight you will be rewarded.
“But King if this is about the losing of the great war I tried to warn you. Why must the sorcerers be punished for what was not shown to them?” My sorcerers do not eat at the witch’s house. They are trusted to eat at the highest table in the Hysieng Kingdom. Let this be a lesson to you, every word you utter in my presence should never fail. “Yes King. I shall be going.”
After speaking with Harem, he makes me question if he is truly ready to rise from his position. As a high-ranking sorcerer your word is your life. My sorcerer’s advice comes before the word of my spies. Usually both are aligned. It is their duty to speak with the spies and through sorcery confirm if the spy is being misled by our enemies or correct in their suspicion. A high-ranking sorcerer should always be correct.
Leaving my chambers to speak with the people of Hysieng I can sense the fear in the air. Every man and woman here should be trembling because they will all feel my rampage. Hello people of Hysieng! We are here tonight because after subduing many villages we have once again lost in battle against the Yisraem. How does a Kingdom which was once 3 times smaller than ours and now 2 times smaller have victory in war against the great Hysieng warriors.
No man or woman here shall rest until I have victory over the Yisraem people. Until King JoLe is as a dead man. Now that we have had war with King JoLe and erred, he will gain confidence and think to war with us. Guards bring the sorcerers who failed this Kingdom to the front. My thoughts while watching them bring the sorcerers to the front the wives and children belonging to them scream and cry out in desperation.
In my mind and heart, I am not moved. Mercy is a show of weakness that will not live in my Kingdom. Only a ruthless King can become a King of all men. I will make them all bow to me in their fear. “King, please I am Sedal your sorcerer since your youth. Please show me mercy and I will never fail you again.” Sedal you are right in your prediction. You will never fail me again. With my sword, I rise it to the head of Sedal brutally in a way that every man and woman knows to fear me. Without pausing or adhering to the cries of Sedal I savagely remove his head from his neck.
King Zakein
Returning to my chambers the beautiful Haciah awaits me. She sits at the edge of my bed in her nakedness. “Hello, my King, I have poured you a drink to ease your troubles.” Be quiet my lady, you are to be seen not heard. Speak only when commanded by me.
Taking a seat, I drink my wine. Haciah lays down tempting me. Pulling me into her seduction. Usually after such a great defeat I prefer to bed a slave woman. So that there is no guilt of what may come of her. Although at this moment Haciah has made me unable to deny her. Grabbing her by the throat I start to make love to Haciah. She starts to become unable to breathe, and it is most arousing for me. Watching her struggle as she provides me with satisfaction feels like the power of winning a war.
Although she is assigned to spy on the Yisraem men I secretly punish her for laying in their bed’s day in and day out. She finally passes out and I finally finish. I will have one of the maids-women get her cleaned up and send her back out to spy on the Yisraem by the name of Sorok. It has been revealed that his brother, named Irik is the dreamer.
