Callista and the voices were saying the same thing. It was the same fact he always knew. The same fact his mother always told him.
Cedric wanted him dead and would destroy his sisters and everyone for revenge. He was a bloodthirsty monster, and this was just the first.
He released a sigh, "What do you want, brother? Do you want to kill me off immediately now you have the chance?" He taunted.
The person behind stepped closer taking a few steps forward. "Even if I want to. I doubt I would stand a Chance against you. I have always been the inferior youngest prince." His voice was calm and collected as he spoke.
Lucian sighed, then turned around, his gold eyes met Alfonso's calm, Hazel eyes. They just lost their father, but it seems like no one was mourning.
"Callista, give us the room." He instructed. The priestess looked reluctant but she bowed and turned to leave. "I will be assisting outside." She said before leaving the room.
