Raden knew he could not trust his advisers. He had seen them whisper in the halls, had noted the silence that overcame a room when he entered. He wondered how long they had been plotting against him, and why.
Within days of his realization, he'd begun to plan his escape. Fortunately -- or unfortunately, depending on when you asked him -- he had no family to preserve, no loving wife or adoring children to send away first. Only his own skin to save, his own fear to ease.
And then he thought, Why bother? If I am alone, what is this life worth?
And this thought made him very sad.
But, he reminded himself, he could not find love or make a family if he were killed. So he would continue with his plan. Perhaps as a poor and humble spice trader he would have more luck in love than he'd had as a king.
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