A message had come from Maricius Voltera asking Lord Henry Kramer to turn on the TV. He had, and his entire world had come crashing down.
He had no other children. Who would take over from him? Had the Kramer line come to an end?
Such were the thoughts on the old man’s mind when something caught his eye. He had waited for the video to loop again, as it had been doing since he joined the breaking news broadcast.
Then, he waited for one more round.
He called Maricius.
“My Lord,” the warrior greeted, his voice heavy.
Lord Kramer accepted the silent comment.
“Maricius,” he said hoarsely, “I want the full video, the entire thing, every version, every cut. Tonight.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Ask Damien to stop this. Tell him I will deal with it. Make him get them to stop playing this,” the old L
