Hector

Standing in front of my chamber was the con artist. The fool I have given enough chances to prove himself, and now I was snapping out.

I couldn't keep hiding in the dark when I could just get out and claim what I wanted.

"Did she like my cradle?" I asked, my voice sharp, void of any emotion.

"Yes, Your Eminence, she liked it," he uttered, stuttering a bit.

"Kia, I'm running out of patience, you know. When are you going to get Alexa to me as promised?"

"I'm working on it, and in no time, ...