CHAPTER THIRTEEN

His refection made him frown. What little flesh he had on his cheek had gone totally. His eyes had prominent dark rings and he totally looked sicker than he liked to admit. The past days had drained him, mapping out strategies, plotting, scheming, he had to be active in the recruiting of new members. He listened as the sound of rushing water came from his wash room. His chamber he had made certain linked directly to the boundaries of his territory. Of course his step sister was no threat, her careless brutality amongst the provinces amounted little to him, he had better enenmies. He knew any threat intended on him would go through the front gate which led first to the north wing of the building which was his chamber. But if any threat came from this tunnel then it was aimed at his servants or his men and he wanted to meet first with it. He had severally gotten petty thieves that still begged mercy in his dungeon and of course the princess. He had caught the princess and rescued her twi