Chapter 101

Zeven waited outside the large doors that lead to the throne room. All thoughts of running had subsided. He had mentally prepared himself to accept whatever happened next. His face was a marble statue, perfect in the eyes of all but the creator, yet exactly as his creator had made him. The mask he wore revealed nothing, anything his father could use against him was stored and locked far away in the corner of his mind.

He waited there until the doors were opened wide for him and he was announced. As per custom he walked up to the edge of the platform the throne sat on and kneeled before the king.