C440 A FATHER'S SHIELD, A MOTHER'S RAGE

"The boy has your posture, but he carries the gaze of a god who has yet to realize he is hungry," the 2nd Prince remarked, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm as he stepped further into the hearthlight.

The Young Prince stood before the bed, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade he had kept hidden for five years. He felt the heat of Aria’s skin against his back as she rose