Kelan Benedict's POV
Kelan Benedict knocked on the office door.
“Come in,” came the slimy voice of Prima Zadok.
Kelan slinked into the room and plopped himself down in a chair across from the Prima. “Hello, Prima.”
“And who do you think you are?” sneered Prima Zadok.
“I am your last hope for power if the letters you sent to my father are to be believed.”
Zadok’s eyes lit up, “Ah, young master Benedict then. What brings you to my office today?”
“Well, I have decided to spend the winter here in your frozen kingdom. I was hoping you might help provide me with some entertainment while I am here.”
Zadok’s eyes narrowed, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, if the rumors I hear are even half true, you know which of the temple girls are… shall we say, available to keep my bed warm.”
“I don’t know where you would have heard such rumors,” scoffed Zadok, a fake look of revulsion crossing his face.