XLV. Golden Bars

Rapha closed his eyes, already welcoming his death as the king's sword dug painfully into his throat. Soon enough, the captain's sword was joining the king's sword.

"You did what?" The king repeated again. This time, his voice sounded angrier than before. Nä-ræl rushed forward, holding her father's free hand.

"Father please!" She begged desperately, tears forming in her eyes and soon enough they were spilling uncontrollably.

"We slept..." Rapha trailed off realising his mistake. "It was not amorous congress your majesty."

A sigh of relief was heard by the queen and the others in the room while the pressure of the sword in Rapha's throat reduced a great deal as the king and captain withdrew their swords slowly.

"It was not amorous congress." Rapha repeated. He wanted to cry out of pain, but he remained string and held it in but one could see it in his eyes. The pain, the remorse, the tears brimming. "I am sorry." He whispered in a hoarse voice.