CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOMarcus continued to pay keen attention while he waited patiently to hear what else the man was going to say. For a while, nothing was heard, and he felt that those were the words of a crazy fellow who was just trying to get his attention. He sighed softly and after he had looked at his bound hands for a while, he took a step backward and looked at the entrance to the prison, hoping that the General was going to show up really soon. “You are still there, aren’t you? You heard everything I said, didn’t you?” The strange man questioned him with a loud tone, but even though he returned to his previous position close to the iron bars to be able to hear all the things he was saying, he refused to give him any response. At that time, it had already occurred to Marcus that he couldn’t trust everyone, not even the General who had left him for a while only to return just when he was about to be thrown into the dungeon. “Have you sworn an oath of silence? Have you been for

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Marcus was certain that Lord Clifford couldn’t see him, but that didn’t stop the conflict that nestled in his mind from making him feel very nervous. He watched as the councilman approached with slow but steady steps, looking toward his direction with so much suspicion written all over his face. At that time, the soldiers who were moving with him had gotten close to the doors that led into the King’s Chambers, and they stood still, waiting for him to join them. Lord Clifford continued to approach, and when he got a few steps close to Marcus, he lifted his robe and gently pulled out a bronze dagger which was strapped to a leather sheath. “What?” Marcus whispered to himself while he watched the councilman hold up the dagger in front of him with his eyes still showing flashes of suspicion and uncertainty. For some reason, Lord Clifford could feel the presence of someone around there, but he was unable to tell if the person was gone and if he was still hanging aro

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Marcus remained in his position as he watched the Councilman who angrily walked toward the exit of the King’s room, a few steps ahead of the guards who struggled to catch up with him. He grunted while he moved to an increasing speed, and just when he was about to walk past Marcus, he felt that sudden sensation that made him stop instantly while he looked at Marcus whom he was unable to see. At that moment, the soldiers walking behind him were able to catch up with him after taking a few steps, and they stopped to catch some air. “Is everything okay, Lord Clifford?” Asked one of the soldiers who trailed in the direction of his eyes, wondering what he was looking at, but the councilman ignored him and continued staring as though his life depended on it. Unable to get rid of the strange feeling that engulfed him instantly, he took three steps closer to Marcus and stood a few inches away from him, looking at his invisible face while Marcus struggled not to make a so

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Lord Clifford sniggered with a vile expression on his face, nodding in confidence while the other man stared at him with curiosity, wondering what he was up to. “What do you plan on doing?” The Healer asked, seeming a bit wary of how dangerous the councilman was, but all he got was continuous snigger, making him become more nervous even though the intended actions were not meant for him. “I need you to do what I have asked you to do, Lord Micah. We have a meeting tonight, and we shall discuss the rest of the details of our mission at the venue. Inform the others, that no one should be late, and we should all endeavor to remain unsuspicious until all of this is over. We shall surely have victory.” Lord Clifford nodded in confidence while Lord Micah bowed down slightly toward him. Even though Marcus stood close to them silently, listening to everything they said, he was very restless and had several thoughts running through his mind. “Someone is coming! Quickly

CHAPTER FORTY Lord Stephan grunted angrily while he glared his eyes as though Lord Clifford was standing in front of him. Slowly, he returned his sword to his sheathe and sighed heavily to get rid of some of the anger boiling inside him. “Go to a safe place, General. Somewhere we can talk without being heard or even seen. I will be right behind you.” Marcus urged the General who looked around for a while before he began to swiftly walk toward the weaponry by the other end of the palace. The distance from where he began his movement to the weaponry was about two hundred steps apart, but he was certain that it was the only safe place. Marcus was patiently walking behind him until he stopped in front of the door, and looked to his right, and then to his left. He pulled out a huge key hanging around his neck, and quickly unlocked the door before pushing it open with both hands. He walked in almost immediately and gave way for Marcus to walk in even though he wasn’t still able to see h