ROME

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” Rome heard a familiar female voice cry outside his study’s doors. “Please let me in, I need to see his Majesty.”

He turned to the doors and sent a look to Teriel who moved at once to check what was going on. He returned his gaze to the large map of Alkarod spread out on the table before him.

He was in a meeting with his enforcers he had spread out across the regions where there were still rumored slave trader habitations but so far they hadn’t been able to catch anyone. Almost as if someone had been feeding them insider information.

Teriel rushed back...