Foolish

Upon seeing the blood that had been shed, some of the courtesans shrieked in horror. Others held their breath. Some simply looked the other way. It was just another victim of their King's wrath. Their cruel dictator. 

"You!" Cedric pointed at one of the royal guards who'd followed his leader into the room to meet their King. 

The young man trembled as he quickly got down on his knees before Cedric. Cedric grabbed the young man by his collar while pointing his blood-stained sword at his heart. 

He leaned in close to the frightened young man. Cedric had come to enjoy these moments, often savoring them for his own amusement. He loved the fear he was able to instill in others. 

"Find Sierra Bancroft by sundown tomorrow or you'll end up like him," he warned before throwing the young man down on the ground. 

"GO!" He yelled as the young man scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room.