Kael ~
“The future Lycan king of Edoril shouldn’t look so grim,” Lord Erik said to me and I looked away from the map I was staring blankly at to meet his gaze.
“I can't help the way my face gets sometimes,” I told him plainly and he chuckled.
“That's alright son, it is good for a king to look the part,” he told me.
My tongue itched to remind him that he was not my father, but I chose the better option to say something else.
My family has been oppressed for centuries, our birthright was stolen from us just because of a tiny mistake my father made.
And now my uncle, Lord Erik was trying to make everything right and put me on the Lycan throne.
In truth, I never really wanted this, but saying that out loud would make me seem like an ungrateful cuck who didn't have the balls to take
