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A mean man. A leader who left behind a legacy of shame. A king who could’ve made his realm better, but he was more interested in serving himself than his own people.
He starts struggling to get away, flailing his arms, but Kai pushes the point of his blade against his neck harder, sinking into the slit that’s already there.
“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that,” my brave warrior says. “I’m about one inch away from severing your spine.”
“All right,” Zarid relents with aggravation. “What do you want? Gold? Jewels? Take whatever you want. This whore? You can have her, too.”
“I don’t appreciate you speaking about the queen that way,” Kai says through gritted teeth, his mouth right by Zarid’s ear.
Exasperated, Zarid snarls, “I said we can make a deal. What else do you want from me?”
“Apologize.”
“What?”
“Say you’re sorry.”
“Sorry,” Zarid grumbles at Kai.
“Not to me,” Kai clarifies. “To the lady.”
Zarid just looks off to the side, and he’s not the least sincere when he obeys, “I’m sorry.”
“How about you mean it?” Pushing the blade in another inch, Kai adds, “And tell her she’s not a whore while you’re at it.”
Zarid coughs because of the blade partially obstructing his esophagus, and blood leaks from his lips.
Finally, his eyes lift to mine, and he manages to sound halfway genuine as he rasps, “You’re not a whore, and I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.”
“I’ve done as you ask. Can we call a truce now?”
Kai’s gaze bounces up to my face, and there’s a question in his eyes. He wants me to decide what happens next.
We both know Zarid will die, but how? I’d love to draw this out and make him suffer. I think Kai would, too.
However, what I want more than anything is for this to be over.
I want Zarid gone, permanently.
With a quick nod of my head, I seal my abuser’s fate. “Get rid of him.”
Astonishment cloaks Zarid’s face. “Wha—”
There’s no hesitation on Kai’s part when he runs the sword through Zarid’s neck. The length of it comes out the left side of his throat, and he makes some choking sounds as his eyes bulge and his mouth opens and closes.
With a disturbing wet slurp, Kai jerks the sword backward, severing the king’s spine.
Paralyzed, Zarid’s body wobbles, but the job isn’t done until he’s beheaded completely.
Grabbing a fistful of Zarid’s hair, Kai stands and swings his sword.
Then, my nightmare is no more.
Zarid’s decapitated body teeters to the side, his limbs bent at weird angles when he sprawls out on the bloody floor.
His head is still dangling from Kai’s grip, and the warrior drops to his knees as he thrusts it in my direction like a prize. “For your justice.”
