“We can’t buy food supply from black market, my king and we can’t get the merchant to sell for us, because Great Lunar kingdom has them lobbied and only allowed to sell the food supply to them.”

One of the warriors reported back to the king. Dacre was not happy with the news, he almost threw the cup in his hand to his head, but instead, he crushed it.

The sharp shard stabbed his palms and blood dripped from the wound.

“You can leave,” Rose said to the warrior, as she went to tend the king’s wound. She could see the anger in Dacre’s eyes and she was also scared...