Baskadia

"My King," Nicholas asserted with respect as he walked into the throne room. Robert glanced at him; he turned to his servant beside him and ordered him to leave, which the young man did immediately.

Realizing they were alone, Robert looked up at Nicholas, who stood still; he glanced behind the man and was surprised to see him alone. "What of your men?" Robert asked with keen interest. 

"My King," Nicholas proclaimed, his eyes fixed on the king before him, "They are at the outskirts guiding the kingdom, and I feel it's good I come here alone to give you this message."He let out.

Robert peered at the black man with a curious expression, " And what message do you have?" He asked.

Nicholas walked closer, his eye patch making him look deadly. "I got a message from a young man in this kingdom that a traitor lives among us here in your palace," he informed with worry written on his face.

A shiver of shock ran through Robert's spine; he sat up with an overwhelming face as he found it hard to believe, "A traitor?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, your highness, a traitor," Nicholas replied with great concern. 

Robert stared at the man before him with an uneasiness arising In him, "This is a profound statement, Nicholas!" He let out in a severe tone.

Nicholas bowed slightly, "I speak the truth, my king; I can bring the man in so that you can hear from him," he said.

Robert stared at him with unbelieving eyes, "A traitor?" He mumbled softly to himself. He glimpsed at Nicholas, "Go ahead and call him; I need to speak to this man," he commanded.

Nicholas bowed and exited the room, his footsteps echoing down the large hall.

Robert stared around in disbelief. A traitor in his palace? Who?. No one will dare betray him! this has never happened, and the thought of it aroused anger in him.

Nicholas returned with a young man beside him. The young man looked skinny and ragged with torn clothes on him. His hair, unkempt, filled with dirt, and his appearance looked sick.

He walked towards the king alongside the hefty soldier beside him.

"Here he is, my king," Nicholas let out, presenting him.

The man stared at the king with an unsure expression which made Robert puzzled. 

"You said that a traitor lives among us; how did you find out about this?" Robert asked, intrigued, his eyes fixed on the strange man.

The young man stepped further; he bowed but didn't say a word. He glared at the king mute, slowly he looked around the throne room and returned his gaze to the king.

"A traitor lives with you, my king; during your coronation last night, I heard some men discussing this, but I couldn't see their faces. I tried all my best to get closer to them, but they moved away faster, and I couldn't. After hearing this, I informed him, and he promised to let you know about this," he explained with keen attention, turning his gaze to Nicholas.

Robert glared at the man for a while; he turned his eyes to Nicholas, who stood waiting for his words, "He can leave now but make sure you keep an eye on him. Later, I will send my words across to you," he said, dismissing them. 

Nicholas and the man left immediately.