He had done it. He had overthrown the king he’d been faithfully serving for years. He’d been the head of the rebellion since his brother, whom started it, was killed. He could finally help those who were suffering in the kingdom. It was far too many.

The old king had been cruel and greedy, squeezing the life out of everything he ruled over. People demanded justice. The king was dead, slain in his bed chambers, his wife with him. Now the people rallied outside the castle, demanding the blood of the heirs. They’d never truly be happy until every trace of their oppressors was vanquished. Ezra was willing to deliver that to them.