Short Story: The Sting of Betrayal

In hindsight, it started as a sting at the back of his neck. He didn’t think much of it, just rubbed absently at the irritated skin without looking up from his book. “Your highness?” his valet asked. “Just an itch,” he waved it off. Overnight, it turned into a stiff neck. Halfway through the day, […]

Short Story: The Sting of Betrayal

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