CHAPTER 111

The Grub street in Forester smelt of rotten seaweed, a bitter smell emanating on the breeze from the drying mud banks of the nearby stream. With every step that his horse had taken from the palace, he had passed clusters of people hailing him and respecting him. In a strange way he felt proud that they were slowly accepting him as their King and not the devil Prince, although if it had been so, he would embrace it willingly since that's what he really is. If there's one thing he learned, it's that people often look at their destiny with fear, while the stronger ones embrace theirs and mold it to fit into what they want eventually. As he rode past the street and crossed to the field, he pulled up the collar of his coat against the wind and the memory of what had happened at the Hyenas territory flashed through his head again.

Soon, he was on the field where green trees and grasses spread out. The place was quiet, save the distant cries of birds and it was empty m