
"Hahahahaha" Bansheer's laughter roared all over the palace.
"Piyush, find a writer and bring him here" Bansheer ordered.
Less than half a day Piyush came carrying a shabby young man, the son of prime minister Jayamangkala whom he had killed.
"He was notoriously clever at the academy, a student of Patih Drona Dwipajaya" Piyush said, forcing the boy to submit to Bansheer.
"Banyu" said the young man looking into Bansheer's eyes deeply.
"Hahahahha I like this look of wanting to kill. I'll take you as my personal writer. Write a story about Bansh...