Chapter 126: A Tender Moment, A Blood-Stained Message (2)
His thoughts churned. 'Should I just kill him now?' He considered it briefly before shaking his head. 'No, I'll wait. It shouldn't take long, and once the woman—mistress, maid, concubine, whatever she is—leaves, that's when I'll strike.'
A nod to himself. 'That way, his death will take longer to be discovered.'
His gaze flickered back to reality for an instant.
"You like that, bitch?" the king's voice slurred.
A vein twitched on Mikael's temple, irritation creeping up his spine, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Let him enjoy it... It's the last time of his life, after all." A low, cold chuckle echoed within the shadows where he hid.
And so, he waited.
Every five minutes, he briefly emerged to check the situation, only to be met with the same distasteful scene. Each time, his annoyance grew. He honestly didn't want to see any of this.
Finally, on the fourth check—twenty minutes after his arrival—the room had changed. The woman was gone, and the king lay alone in the bed.
'Finally.'
Without wasting another second, Mikael emerged from the shadows, his figure materializing silently at the edge of the chamber, just outside the king's line of sight.
Immediately, the thick scent of sweat and sex assaulted his senses. His nose wrinkled in distaste.