“Nothing. Don’t do a thing. I don’t want one single man moving until I say so.” He then signaled for the servant to leave his room. Khivar sat down in his large leather chair and swiveled it around in a large circle. Humans were so peculiar. He couldn’t imagine taking pleasure in such inanimate objects. He lived his life on politics, lived, breathed and killed for it. The only other thing that could hold his attention was Leandra. That beautiful goddess from years before.

When Khivar had finally learned of Leandra’s present existence, he couldn’t help the uprising giddiness. Not just because she was alive, but that he could finally secure the Antarian throne to himself. People could condemn his devious plan all they wanted but in the end they would be nothing but charred pieces of flesh.

Leandra was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. He remember the intriguing conversations he had shared with her years and years ago, before he had even began the obliteration of the Royal Court. He remembered everything about her. But in the life of politics, beauty and adoration had no part whatsoever.

On the contrary, he could see why Zan would choose her as his Queen. She was probably hot in the royal bed. Hiding a wild tigress beneath her polite manner. Producing an heir with Leandra wasn’t such a chore, more as an added bonus. And by now, Zan should have received his personal message.