[25] The Middle Witch

TARS POV

The bastard was finally dragged in.My eyes studied him from across the room.My hands inching to learn the truth.He knew where my son was as well as Prince Azian, and that Traitor Abigail,

At least so he claimed.

Clenching my jaw tightly, i watched the guards roughly push him in front of us and made him kneel before us. My blood boiled.

The man was dirty, and his clothes were bloody, his hands were tightly bound by chord that was clearly digging through his flesh, and had a few cuts on his arms and legs, with blood stains on his nose.

He looked.....

Pathetic.

If that's what the people over the boarder looked like, we were sure to win this battle.

He was shorter than most of us, slightly darker skin, long light brown hair and hazel eyes and had quite the body, fit in all the right places, but he still managed too look pathetic and weak.

The king