“Would you like to hear more?” asked Seronisis, taking two more steps towards his brother. “For there is more, more that you may not have heard, although I’m sure you are kept well-informed via your network of spies.”
“I beg your…”
Seronisis held a hand up. “Ah, no. Now is not the time to speak, especially to deny something I know to be a fact. The poisoning of my lover, Pan, by the Grand Chancellor. An act of misplaced love? Perhaps, but that love was not for me. You sent him!” said Seronisis. “You wanted as few obstacles as possible in your quest for the throne of Tansa and look where it’s got you. Absolutely nowhere. Your reputation as a killer grows with each act of treason.”
Bathor, who was seething, lunged forward, swinging at Seronisis, who was too fast and ducked, enabling the king to deliver a blow to his brother’s jaw that sent him hurtling back into his raggle-taggle army.