CHAPTER 91: DINNER IN THE DEN

Khalodi practiced how he would start the conversation with Khal Duraho. He had to be indeed witty and smart about it. He had to put it in a way that the king won't see it coming. He let out an exasperated sigh, the Deputy General did it intentionally, he shouldn't be rehearsing his death wish in a cold evening.

‘I heard the king is having dinner and has invited all of us to join him in his exquisite dining chamber,’ Kaminski said with a tinge of pity on Khalodi.

Great! Very great time for the king to drive a sword through my good heart, right in front of my peers, Khalodi let out flatly.

That evening before dinner, Khalodi got into his black velvet three-piece suit an hour earlier. He was nervous, he clasped his hands behind his back. He glanced at the passage out of a corner of his eye and then turned his head away. He went to the window and looked out. He kept moving about, he told himself, trying to steer away thoughts about the possibilities of the outcome that could occur when he
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