The King bent forward until his son's level, and placed his hand on Theodore's shoulder firmly.
"Don't stop until you avenge the death of your clan's people, even if somebody asks you to." Dominance reflected in his voice as he further continued, "Fine the 'Mortal Crystal' and reclaim the throne."
Bright malachite eyes, identical to King's own dark malachite orbs brimmed with tears as the little prince brought them back and said, "I will Fath-"
A loud growl from Michael cut him off mid sentence as he ripped his sword from the now dead soldier's abdomen. The King got his own sword in position as Queen Genevieve grabbed Theodore and left the room as quickly as she could. A sharp stab of pain struck her, starting from her stomach and travelling all th……
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