Book 3: Shoot the Messenger

King Maximus Lupus

Five days earlier…

“This is what he was trying to send, Your Majesty,” Geoffrey’s messenger tells me, handing over the letter.

I flick the seal open and read the contents.

Regent Zeke Winters,

I wud like to negoshiate the imediat sirender of Shadowglade so as to stop the bludshed.

Pleese reply soon.

King Geoffrey Brodcraz

I slap my knee and laugh, then cackle. At least he managed to spell his own name correctly. “And I’m sure he asked for you to stay until Regent Zeke Winters pens a response?”

The messenger bows with a snicker of his own. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Well then, I think we should let him stew for a bit. Get him really riled up and angry that the other side hasn’t sent a response,” I say. “They’re monsters, after all. Monsters will let their people suffer while dithering over their answer.”

He smirks. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Good job b