Nash arrived early at the castle and waited in the throne room for King Sargus. The king sailed into the room with his robes billowing out behind him. His advisor was running to keep up. As soon as he was there, he waved the guards out of the room.
“Close the door,” King Sargus said to the last guard and waited until it was shut. He looked expectantly at Nash. “Is it done?” he asked cryptically.
“Yes, Sire,” Nash said. “The two eldest Princes are dead.”
King Sargus sighed in relief. “I wasn’t sure you would do it,” he admitted. “But I have your reward here.”
Agamen retrieved a small chest and stepped forward. He handed it to Nash with some effort. “Thank you, my King,” Nash said gratefully. He accepted the chest.
“Remember, Nash,” King Sargus said, “No one can know what we have done here.”
“I understand,” Nash said before leaving the room. He mounted his horse and slowly rode home. “I understand that ‘we’ didn’t do anything,” he said to himself. “I killed in your name, though.”
“This has to end,” Nash thought. “I have plenty of money, I could retire.” He remembered a fishing village he had passed through a few years ago on a mission. It was a long way from Kheozia, and the people were very relaxed. Nash began making plans for his escape from Kheozia.