There was a frantic knocking at the outer door.
And the guards said nothing…. Barkakk reached for his sword.
“Don’t bother,” said a far-too-cheerful voice, “I’ll just let myself in.”
The Kou high priest. Barkakk kept his hand near his hilt as the braided menace stalked into Sabhmad’s chambers as if he had every right to be here.
And if Kou has their way, he will.
“Burning midnight oil?” Judar cocked his head, curious. “Not that it’ll do you much good, but a pity your king isn’t as diligent.”
Sabhmad was white. Barkakk gritted his teeth, prepared to take the consequences of bodily throwing the crazy priest out, this wasn’t Kou land yet-
“Eh, you’re not even fun to scare.” Judar sounded disappointed as he stared down Sabhmad. “Too easy.” He heaved a dramatic sigh, and shrugged. “So! I heard a little rumor that Rashid had more than two heirs. Imagine that. All these negotiations, all these agreements… and there’s someone we’re missing.” Red eyes looked between them, almost mild. “So who is he, and why haven’t we heard about Rashid getting frisky before?”
Barkakk tried not to wince. Just stay quiet, my lord, we’ll think of something–
“T-The arrangements are with the king of Balbadd,” Sabhmad got out. “I know. I r-read them. It doesn’t matter who the king is, so why do you care?”
Barkakk reached for a warrior’s stillness, that kind of grin meant blood everywhere–
“So there is still some fight in Balbadd. That’s interesting.”
A/N: Because darn it, Sabhmad doesn’t get enough credit. Fighting crippling anxiety like he has is not easy. No, he’s never going to be the heroic type – but he’s trying to do something.