In hindsight, it started as a sting at the back of his neck. He didnāt think much of it, just rubbed absently at the irritated skin without looking up from his book. āYour highness?ā his valet asked. āJust an itch,ā he waved it off. Overnight, it turned into a stiff neck. Halfway through the day, [ā¦]
Short Story: The Sting of Betrayal