CHAPTER 6
Gwinvere Kirena was pacing the main hall back and forth, her six guards on each side looking agitated. "How the hell did this happen?" She wondered. As she kept contemplating for the answer, one of the messengers turned up. Seeing the surprise on his face told Gwinvere that Durzo had finally arrived.
"Let him in!" she ordered. Two guards left their positions, unbarred and pulled the massive two-split door open. As expected, the wetboy was there and he began approaching the Shinga. As always, he wore no expression.
"Did you request for me, madam?" he asked firmly. He sounded polite, but his eyes told her he was actually annoyed. After all, this was very short notice.
"The future of the Sa'kage is being threatened. One of the King's dukes, Regnus Gyre is cracking down hard on our operations. As from yesterday, Cenaria's soldiers have been routing the entire city. We've had to temporarily close down two brothels and hold back all shipments. We have even lost some of our moles within the Council. Basically, until this purging finishes, the Sa'kage is not getting anymore income." Gwinvere finished. However, the assassin still did not seem fazed by this news.
"The Sa'kage has been around for 20 years. Within that time, this is the fifth time that Cenaria is fighting back. Why should this time be difficult to quell?" Durzo replied. Gwinvere was really pissed off now. When she spoke, her voice was venomous.
"Because this time, the hunting party is not being led by some grunts, but by a royal duke!" she gritted through her teeth. And in a flash, she though she saw Durzo's eyes give a hint of tiredness. She never thought that was possible of a wetboy.
"So you want me to kill him and break up the hunting party right?" he summarised. That notion made Gwinvere really angry and this time, she shouted.
"That is not an option," she answered. "If we kill him, Cenaria will not falter. Instead, we will have only increased their determination to hunt us. We need a new plan to end this." Durzo looked slightly excited at that sentence.
"And what do you have planned?" he asked. Gwinvere smiled inwardly.
"You have heard of King Alexis' son, Gunder correct?" she said. The wetboy gave a short nod. "The boy has come of age. However, unlike his father, he is weak, stupid, reckless, and bad tempered. Not to mention also…corruptible!" Durzo remained calm. "Once he takes control of Cenaria, I have someone ready to persuade him to leave us alone. Being the new King, all of his subordinates will obey!" Gwinvere said.
"Just one problem," The wetboy replied. Gwinvere's inward smile vanished. She did not speak, but merely inclined her head towards him, allowing him to carry on. "The old King is still fit and able. He is definitely not going to hand over his power yet. Neither is he going to stop the purge. And neither can you persuade him to," He finished. With relief, Gwinvere rolled her eyes and openly smiled. The wetboy seemed taken aback by her reaction.
"Well, I'm sure you can deal with that?" she questioned. A few seconds of silence passed. Then it was Durzo's turn to smile. He turned to the massive two-split door.
"Long live the King!" he answered before he exited the hall.