William and Priest Andreas paced within the luxurious room reserved for them like caged animals.
Prince Charles's order was a cold, cruel brand on their minds: get rid of a few people from Fredrinn's inner circle.
This was no simple assassination order.
It was a suicide mission in a foreign city, against targets who could be immeasurably stronger than them, knowing they were being watched at every moment.
They were required to put their lives on the line, and even then, their chances of success were almost zero.
By sending them on such a mission, Prince Charles was punishing them.
He wanted them to pay the price for their failure and humiliation in Veythral with their own lives.
Or perhaps he was simply venting his rage on them.
He didn't seem to care much for the outcome.
They were disposable pawns on the Prince's grand chessboard.
"Do you have any idea how we're going to do this?" William asked.
The usual arrogance in his voice was replaced by a desperate tension.
