Ten of his brothers, nephews and cousins had been eliminated and in devious manners. But he was still anxious and irritated.
He had waded through a river of treachery and blood and ascended the throne, only to be told that the youngest of his brothers had escaped the dragnet laid for him. This brother was a mere boy of twelve years. He had sent an emissary to the newly crowned king, pleading for mercy.
The prince had begged for his life; he had made a solemn promise that he would leave the kingdom forever.
But the king was inconsiderate; as inconsiderate as any man burning with boundless ambition could be. He was not impressed. For him promises and solemn oaths were meaningless. He had himself broken every promise that he had made and violated every oath that he had taken.
He would not show mercy to one who could, at any time in future, challenge him. Mercy did not behove a farsighted king and he believed that he was a farsighted king.
He ordered the soldiers to kill the emissary.
A post for A to Z April (2015) Challenge.
I for Inconsiderate.
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