Here is a snippet from my 2nd novel Heroes Never Fade which is currently being formatted by my editor. After the first book, my readers told me that the main evil protagonist wasn't vile enough. I wasn't sure, but I doubt they will say that this time.
THE NOON START TIME had passed, yet still the
Tormented King had failed to appear. In fear of
their lives those closest faced an agonising
decision – wake up the king and risk death, or fail
to wake him and risk the same fate. They had
chosen the latter option and tried to hide. The
initial parade had long since disbanded with the
retainers and auxiliary staff returning inside from
the hot sun. Only the warriors remained. Stiff,
upright and weary they stood in line and waited.
A scream rent the air as King Jarl stood on the
balcony. In his right hand he brandished a
broadsword and, in his left, the bloody head of his
chief adviser. He threw the head over the balcony
and withdrew from sight. As the news of the
king’s awakening spread, men frantically called to
each other to return to their lines. As more and
more rushed into the bailey, many severed heads
were thrown from above. Those below shook with
The Tormented King reappeared above, his
new adviser waving for silence.
“We are late. You are late. Those closest to me
have failed and have now paid the price.
Tomorrow we start again. Do not irritate me this
time. As a reminder, I will leave you with
something to think about.”
The main gates to the inner bailey opened.
King Jarl’s chosen soldiers, the Grey Wyots,
marched out dragging twenty men and twenty
women with chained feet