Chapter Thirteen

fe-Marock put down the papers of his farm records and cracked his knuckles. He stood up,stretched himself and massaged his sore muscles gently. Marock walked up to one of the large windows in the room,the cold wind easing some of his fatigue. In a distance,he could see the Imperial Phoenix Palace,in all its splendour and glory.

The jealous he had always felt came back again. Though dulled by age and time,it still left a sour after taste in the pit of his stomach. It could've been him. He could've been the Emperor, married to Zamila and in control of a powerful empire. Although Marock had to admit,he was never cut out for the Throne. Xust had always been the smart one. The powerful one,the one who could charm anybody. Whilst he was the business oriented one,the one without a drop of charm.