C463 DEMANDS ITS DUE

"Did he just... did a newborn just claim the world?" The Young Prince stood frozen, his fingers still wrapped around the hilt of his blade. He watched the infant in Elara’s arms, his heart hammering against his ribs. The word had not been a cry. It had not been the babbling of a babe. It had been a command, heavy and ancient, vibrating through the mountain air like the strike of a hammer