C303 THE KING’S HUNGRY EYES

"Is she dead yet?"

The voice was low. It came from the dark corner of the hall where the 2nd Prince stood. He was the one people called the Predator. He did not care about the gold or the lights of the palace. He liked the dark. He liked the way fear made a person’s skin go cold.

The Young Prince did not turn around. He sat on his throne, his fingers rubbing the cold stone armrest