87. Let him come

  It was midnight and Fenton Dyer was drinking in his chambers. Liron Dyer entered and saw his father's tensed expressions.

"What's wrong, Father?" He poured wine for himself.

"Are you stressed because of the war of Winsonland?" He sipped and sat in front of his father.

"That damn king has died." Fenton Dyer gritted his teeth.

"But Winsonland won the war. Prince Darius will be the king of Winsonland after the consolidation ceremony of the king."

Fenton Dyer put the glass on the table and stood up holding his black stick.

"He should not have died." He turned back. His long and steady figure was shadowed under the yellow flame of fire.

"Why, Father? Didn't you want to get Winsonland at any cost? Now it will be easier to get it. Now, you can kill Prince Darius and snatch the nation from Jane."

"And Prince Vrinda?" Fenton Dyer looked at his foolish son.