One hundred and Thirteen

Jericho stood outside, engrossed in his task of inspecting various items within the palace. As he meticulously examined each object, his thoughts wandered to Xena, the concubine he couldn't get out of his mind.

A mischievous smile danced upon his lips, fueled by an irresistible urge to be with her again. Jericho couldn't help but ponder when he would have her fully, without the need for clandestine encounters. At that moment, he regretted not claiming Xena as his concubine before his brother, Alpha Malik.

Just as Jericho was lost in his thoughts, a guard approached, bowing respectfully before him, and paid his obeisance.

"My Lord Jericho, please pardon the interruption. I brought important news."

Jericho looked at the guard with anticipation, eager to hear what tidings he carried, since he is the one he planted as his informant among the king's guards.

"Speak, my good man. What news have you brought for me?" Jericho ordered

The guard straightened his posture, his voice filled wit