The spoils ere the Fortnight

The Kingdom of Kula.

"We'll be loyal till our last breath to whatever bidings you toss at us."

One of the three kings bowing before him said. Another of the Kings didn't hide his detest but there was little he could do at the moment. He only tossed his head to and fro as though he had been bewitched, his bounty beards flowing in the air.

"Speak for yourself, Ivanama."

The King of Kula shot at that king. Ivanama, the King of Haojo put his head down. Not in respect but in both rage and shame.

You know, when you're being belittled and there's little you can do about it. You have an idea how hot it'd burn. So was the manner at which the fellows were burning.

But the degree of the pain varied.

"Airu seems to have a contention."

The King of Kula said again, looking at that king with bounty beard. He was the king of Hubrim, Airu, and was at the extreme to the right of the three Kings.