"You blew up the Embassy?"
"I-I didn't do it," Terran stammered. "Parisa was the one who drew the card."
"I said to lay low!" The King threw his arms up in frustration and yelled, "You blew up the entire Sovereign's floor! You've waged war!"
Terran said nothing for a while until he pulled the sword out from its sheath. "This is for you."
"What?" The King had turned his back on Terran, but when he spun around, he saw the sword resting in Terran's hands. "I thought that was for you."
"I don't know how to wield a sword. And you're a master swordsman, so take it. My mother would want you to have it."
The King snatched the sword from his hands and looked down the blade. "Well, I hope you're happy," he sneered. "Tomorrow we prepare for war."
"What's the plan?"
"I have my men. We're a hundred strong, but not strong enough to take down the guard. Widow Corine has offered reinforcements. I doubt she's got more than twenty men as well. While the guard is not trained well and they do not have the brightest commanding officers, bodies are bodies. Unless we're smart about it, we're going to lose."
"It'll be a bloodbath."
"Talbot wants a bloodbath, and we won't give it to him. The goal will be a flanking maneuver. We are going to circle around the palace and go in through the back."
"There's no back entra—"
"There is if you blow a hole in the wall."
Terran nodded. "Are you going to be okay?"
"We need to keep our heads level. Do you think Perseus is going to stab us in the back?"
"We're going to just have to find out."
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Court of Snakes: This Desert Cage
FantasySome time in the distant future... In the city of Segeno, it's eat or be eaten. Someone has to rule the masses. A boy has lost his birthright. His parents killed. Dead and gone. A girl has lost her father. She means nothing to him now. The city of...
