[ZAIRE]
Zaire had known that trusting Ferhat was a madman's solace.
He shouldn't have agreed to the plan that Ferhat had given them so carefully. He should have agreed to leave in that madness because after the mess they had found themselves with the king, here they were, in worse shit.
For a moment, Zaire wondered if they had gotten too casual with each other to make this an occurrence. His friendship now had him scrubbing the king's floors, literally. Ferhat was with him too.
They had spent the better part of the morning cleaning the crown prince's official chambers, something that had Zaire happy, but at the same time, reminded him of why he never should have trusted Ferhat with anything.
Because he was sure his back was going to break from all the scrubbing they had been doing.
"I am going to kill you after this," Zaire swore under his breath as he scrubbed the floors.
