The Ultimatum

Dante

The knock didn’t sound like one from any member of the house.

You get used to the sound of your home after a while. You learn how doors open, how footsteps sound and who makes what kind of noise.

This one was different.

It was heavy.

It was on purpose.

I was having a drink when one of the guards came in. He looked stiff.

“There are men at the gate,” he said.

I didn’t look up away.

“Whose?" I