Chapter Thirteen
Kenji’s already pale skin blanched. One of his hands gripped the bedding. “Prison! Why?”
“This is not for you to worry about, Your Holiness,” Dawa said softly.
Kenji’s features tightened. It was the closest to rage Fallon had ever seen in him. “Nobu has been a father to me since I was six years old. He has protected me and raised me to this position. If you feel I’m at all a good man and a compassionate leader, then it is because of Nobu. Tell me what he has done that is so terrible he should be in prison.”
The four robed men were now shifting their stances, the way Fallon had seen cows standing hunched together before an electric fence, back in the days before the cattle were all destroyed.
Kenji motioned with his hand in a regal gesture. “One of you, speak.”
Fin
