Legacy of the White Tigress- Chapter 7
“My Lord, I do not mean to pry, but should you be riding if your leg still hurts?”
“My leg is fine, Captain,” Rolok said their horses were being gathered. “I want to get out of here. Now.”
“What is the rush, Sire?” his lieutenant asked. “You didn’t even congratulate them.”
He regretted that immediately, because the next thing he knew, he was just inches away from Rolok, being held by the shirt, the Enchanter’s eyes glowing red with anger. “I don’t want to fucking congratulate them. That bastard stole the Enchantress from me,” he hissed. “If it hadn’t been for that beast, I would have managed to kill him.”
“But your Highness, your mark is of a Tiger,” the captain said.
Rolok let go of the lieutenant. “A black Tiger. There hasn’t been one for almost a thousand years. They call me ‘Black Enchanter’