The sound of a bone breaking, and a scream that went with it, resonated a few seconds later. Even Anour didn't watch, a bit uneasy. He knew how merciless his family could be, but until now, he hadn't gotten many occasions to witness it himself. However, he was mad too about what had happened.
"What did you have to say, about Vrehan?" He asked, stepping forward for the first time.
"He... He's... prepared a trap... for... Kairen..." whimpered Phetra, holding her broken leg.
"What kind of trap?"
"I... I don't..."
"Damn, you're really that useless," sighed Shareen.
While her daughter was still glaring at Phetra, Kareen stepped forward, grabbed her sword, and, without warning, cut Phetra's hand. Another scream resonated within the Palace's walls as the cut hand fell to the ground. The Pri
