C340 WASH THE BLACK AWAY

"Do not let him touch her," the Young Prince said, his voice a low scrape against the silence of the room. He stepped between the Blood King and Aria, his hand resting on the hilt of his broken blade. "I do not care if you are the father I thought was dead. You stay back."

The Blood King laughed, a sound like grinding boulders. He looked down at his youngest son