Hunter
I looked down upon my father’s court, the nobles and elite society.
The pompous assholes.
I heard the rumors; I knew how they all talked. Prince Hunter Crescent, too young, too wild, too inexperienced.
Too uncontrollable they mean.
These men were not my choice, not my pick. They had hidden behind the tall walls of the castle when the attack had hit, sending servants and boys to kill them. Leaving them to die.
My father to die.
I stood looking over them all, the throne a looming presence behind me. They whispered. Gossiped, they suck out power like leeches on the skin, thinking me weak. The kingdom worth taking.
Fools
The throne buzzed with power behind me, the whispers seeming to fuel it. Its own magic calling me. Luke shifted at my side feeling its pull. The room si
