BEHEMOTH/KANAN'S P.O.V
"My Lord, it has been two days now, you said you will go see King Hendrix the Viking king today," Denerius, one of little Kanan's trusted puppets, said to me while I was having a little feast. I know Denerius and practically everything Kanan knew because I am living in his body and I have complete access to his little perverted mind—and damn, I have to say this kid has done lots of really dark things you do not want to know about.
"Okay, prepare a wagon for me, I will join you in a moment," I replied and left the table to my room. I can always have a feast whenever I return, after all, I am king—which is what I was denied for thousands of years by one monster. The thought of Lothaire infuriates me.
I changed into formal clothes and stepped out to meet Denerius and an entire cavalry of guards. Who needs so many guards for one trip? I thought to myself. I don't blame them anyway; Kanan has more enemies than allies.
