88. Where is he?

When Darius Simard and Jane Dover emerged from the palanquin, the entire village was overjoyed to see them together. On their faces was not the sadness of the king's death, but the delight of being Darius Simard and Jane Dover. They had grown tired of hailing the evil and rich monarch for years. Their hopes now rested solely on the new ruler.

Darius Simard and Jane Dover entered the hall after descending the stairs. The soldiers shut the door. In the middle of the vast hall, a dead body lay on a plank. Jane Dover glanced into the deep eyes of her husband, who stood solidly beside her.

"What are you thinking?" He inquired in his hushed voice.

"I still can't believe that he is dead."

He held her shoulders with his gentle smile, "Do you trust me?"

"More than myself..." A dazzling smile appeared on her pink lips.

"I have killed him. And he's really dead."

Her eyes widened in surprise. She stared into his firm eyes for a while. He never lied.