Chapter 122

Their actions made Zedekiel frown. They came for battle and he would give them one. They would know what it meant to mess with him and Frederick would have it beaten into his bones that Prince Ron could never be his. Not now, not ever.

One of the men threw his sword on the floor and raised his hands in a form of surrender. "This is the man you brought us to fight, Frederick? I do not want to fight anymore. To hell with you all!"

He turned to leave but suddenly felt a huge force knock him down to his knees. It was so heavy he felt his bones were going to be crushed. He couldn't move a single part of his body. He began to panic.

Zedekiel exerted more pressure, making the man bow. "The second you all stepped foot into my home, you should have known that none of you were going to leave here with your lives."

The men all went pale. A few wet their pants on the spot. The King had no intention of letting them go.

They were all dark magic practitioners. They re