Chapter One Hundred Sixty Nine

A brown envelope lay on the table with a written missive within it. It was from the so-called source the king had mentioned when he'd spoken to his 'brother.' The man paced about the room wondering what could be in the letter. His thoughts swarmed in his head. He'd gotten himself into a very precarious situation and he didn't know how he was going to get himself out of this one.

Well, it wasn't his fault for getting himself in such a situation. He'd only been following the wishes of his very goddess. At least, that's what he'd known for as long as he could remember, "It's been a while since you last spoke to me, Celeste. You know we had a deal. I was never to be blind at any one point in this sick twisted game of yours."