Description
I might have killed the king... by accident. At least that is what Yazia thought looking at the unmoving limp of human flesh in front of her feet. Hearing the war cries and heavy steps of angry soldiers coming closer, Yazia takes an untouched plate of hummus and some bread -that was previously in the hand of the now dead king- and bolts it. Hearing someone scream to kill the intruder, Yazia hastens her steps to make sure she gets the hell away without losing her precious head. What will happen to Yazia now that she is the prime suspect in the assassination of the king? Did she really kill the king or was it all a conspiracy? And now that the king died, who will take his place? Follow Yazia in her adventures of trying to keep alive...
Prologue
