NOTE: THEY IS ATTEMPT OF SEXUAL MOLESTATION, SO READ WITH CAUTION. NO RAPE BUT JUST AN ATTEMPT.
On the guard's way to the dungeon to retrieve the prisoner, they unexpectedly encountered Zolan, who was making his way to the village square, where the royal family would be seated, waiting for the execution to commence.
Zolan's sharp eyes fell upon the six hefty guards walking furiously through the corridor.
A sardonic laugh escaped his lips as he smirked coldly. So this was it... the day he would finally watch his nemesis eliminated from the world.
"Heading to the dungeon, are we?" Zolan asked casually, his voice soaked in condescension. At once, the guards recognized the prince and bowed their heads in obedience.
Though a part of him was still satisfied that the classless peasant was about to be beheaded, Zolan hadn't forgotten what had happened during the royal banquet—when his groveling little brother was declared heir to the throne.
